La Japoneisa: "So, How was Your Typhoon?"

Am slightly disappointed with the whole typhoon action, to say the truth. Wasn’t horrible, wasn’t scary or nothing, perhaps though the fact that I slept right through it did make a bit of a difference. And it was a little bit scary. At times I would be woken up by the howling wind that would lean against the poor old house, any minute expecting to be lifted in the sky and carried away like they did in The Wizard of Oz, and then I’d fall into a deep sleep of tired body and unrested mind again to be again woken up by the sounds of maddening nature outside of the fully boarded house.
The rays of the morning sun, desperately trying to push their way through the thick grey clouds as remnants of the great storm, brought up to date the state of current affairs: chicken coop was upside down few meters into the field and one chicken has gone AWOL. The wheelbarrow lies on its side and everything that was in it is around it and everything that was around it is scattered even more around it. The soy beans, Annie’s babies, are all laid flat on the ground and so are the peppers and okra. The brave survivors are the tomatoes and their bamboo-support-construction (well done Wayne), the seedlings and the caterpillar (which is quite impressive since it hasn’t had food for like a week now).
So much for the typhoon.
On another note, today I managed to light up my first irori, the fire place inside of our house and am rather happy because of that.
And also, I was promoted into a rank of the official Chiiori Photographer; feel very honoured and deeply satisfied and now am indulging in imagining how hip I’m going to look like with the in-the-nema-found tripod (my cool little booty of today) fixed to the side of my backpack and Sputnik (the camera) hanging off my neck. Very excited.
The ‘atama yasumi’ plans have due to the typhoon been altered a little bit and if I’m not gonna be going to Nagoya as planned I shall take the k-truck and go to Kochi Sunday Market on Sunday and roam through all the hyaku en (hundred yen) I come to encounter. Even though I still would like to go to Nagoya for would absolutely love to get some new fabrics and finally get drunk with Ozaki san, my fan.