Star Festival

In Japan, the 7th of July is the day of Tanabata, or the Star Festival, when we celebrate the reunion of a couple. I don't know the details, but they seem to have been separated from each other and the only day they allowed to meet is the 7th of July. On the days, Japanese hang strips of colorful papers on which each of us writes his or her wish from bamboo branches. All Japanese don't do that, but this year, My wife and I prepared a bamboo to let our kids experience the Japanese traditionnal event.

Hiyo, the first daughter, who has learned Hiragana or Japanese characters lately, wrote her own wish on a strip. ― "I want to own a chocolate shop in the future." I remember her dream was to be a doctor until recently, though. I'll ask her again in a few days.

Coco, the second daughter, had her wish written by my wife because she cannot yet write letters ( can read them, though ). When my wife asked her what she wished, she said, "I love you, mom!" Probably she meant she wanted to always be with her mother. My wife wrote just as she said ― "I love you, mom!"

Girls, I wish your dreams will come true.

At a slow speed

I went camping for the first time in 8 months. Between- work-to-work schedule was hard for me, but I did enjoyed my self very much enough to forget about work. After the day’s work, I leave the office at 10 p.m. The party had already begun when I arrived the camping site, which is located at the bottom of a mountain, surrounded by trees.

　On arriving, can of beer relieves my thirst and fatigue. At the center of our site is a bonfire. Looking up in the sky, the stars are dispersed. What else should I want? ― NOTHING though I usually need nice music when drinking at home. And here is a conversation with approved peers ― the same talk repeated many times before. But it doesn’t matter.　

　Time goes by peacefully, and in no time, the day breaks. With the sunrise we fall in a short sleep. Next time I open my eyes, a new everyday life starts.

　The story which is boring to others but is precious to me.

Don't you like gazing shoes?

It was more than 20 years ago that I heard "Just Like Honey" ― Jesus and Mry Chain's. Honestly, I didn't like it. It may be more precise that I didn't understand their music ― the sound of the guitar which sounded just like noise and his way of singing, like whispering. In those days my cassette player played the British Pop song such as Culture Club and Duran Duran.

The time went by, and I met the song of "You Made Me Realise." It shook my feeling and gripped my heart at just one time. I didn't know why, but it reminded me of "Just Like Honey" described above. I listened again to it. Though it was not as confortable as " You made ...", I was surely moved.

Since then, I've been listening to, what is called, "Shoegazer." And here with me is the memorable song: You Made Me Realise / My Bloody Valantine