La Japoneisa: The Village Cleaning, a Snake and The Fleemarket II.

This morning we were all up rather early. By 7.45 am we all stood in front of the house wearing our Chiiori uniforms consisting of matching sari headscarves, purple modesty towels, Chiiori Project T-shirts; armed with kumas (kuma=a grass cutting tool) decorated with scraps of sari to match our headscarves and towels, we were ready to boogie.
The mura soji (village cleaning) was done fast, roads were rid of the weeds...uhm, and that was it really. Then we all sat on the side of the clean road, ate ice cream and munched watermelon and drank beer.
Omo san saw a snake in the middle of the road and so he called Hana chan and me to have a look and so we watched it go accross and hide in the concrete road supports. It was black and maybe a metre and half long and, according to Don (Weiss), not at all dangerous. The dangerous ones are black with a diamond pattern on their back, short and fat and you have to go to hospital if you get bitten.

The afternoon was marked by my return to the fleemarket. On the way there, since Mason and Don have started to continue without me, I did some kata in the middle of the road and was happy. Hot, sweaty and happy.
Cleaning the house was kind of more fun with both don and Mason, the communication between the two was mostly　amusing.
D: This is BB King. (pause) Oh no, wrong cover.
M: It sounds like BB King.
D: Yes, it does, but I think it's the wrong cover.
(pause)
D: This sounds like BB King.
M: Yes, but like a female BB King.
D: Yes, but it sounds like him...
M: Yes, like a female one.

And so we cleaned, we scrubbed and washed and were back for cold but tasty dinner and Annie offered to give me a foot massage which but be so enjoyable if only Lee, the Weiss's little 'attention whore' as Bo chan named her, would stop jumping around and screaming and laughing in her unnerving squeeky voice. And she probably won't in the next three months (>__<). Dad, in his today's phonecall, suggested tieing her to a tree in a game on Indians. Hmmm...an idea to be seriously revisited.