An anniversary we fail to notice

There was an article about anniversaries people celebrate.

It asked which anniversary the readers most look forward to.
To me, I guess it's my kid's birthday.

And so my answer was the same as a million other readers.

But that wasn't the point of the article.
The author pointed out that our firstborn's birthday is not just the kid's birthday but also the day "parents" were born. Before that we were just husbands and wives (majority of Japan is still a hetrosexual partnership). Hence the birthdays of Mommy and Daddy.
We have a right to celebrate for ourselves too! Who knew?
Makes sense.

But who's going to get me presents?

creep

I don't know the appropriate translation for the word "creep".
So after much contemplation, I just say "creep" in English.
I'm talking in Japanese pretty well and suddenly I turn into English.
The group of women I was talking to blink.
And then they lose interest as if it was a boring story after all.

The problem with Japanese people is that they assume you are Japanese if you look East Asian.
There are no "Asian-Americans" in their world.
If you look Asian, you are expected to speak Japanese flawlessly and understand it perfectly well. You are expected to follow the culture of bowing, saying "sorry" all the time, running to the trains, etc, mindlessly.
Especially with the "patriotic fad" going on, there is this strange sense of superiority among people and a friend told me she felt she was treated like a second-rate citizen when people found out she couldn't speak the language.

So I am having trouble with the word "creep".
Alex and I were sitting on a train and out of nowhere comes this 20-something, sitting right next to Alex. I didn't notice him until he interrupted our conversation. I thought a pretty woman was sitting there. Where did she go?
"He's very cute. How old is he?"
I'm dumbstruck. This is Japan, the land of harmless looking psychos with knives.
"I'm Four!" Alex is so happy that he was finally asked something that he could answer in Japanese.
"You speak very good Japanese. Where are you from?" Damn it! Why is he carrying on a conversation? I just stare. He asks again, this time loudly.
I still stare.
"Are you from Thailand?"
I finally cave and say "New York".
"Oh, that must be far away. How long is it by plane?"
Why is he asking this? Creep. His eyes scream "pedophile".
I am thinking what to do. I don't want to move suddenly and have him running after us with a knife. It's still a while until the next station.
And then I freeze.

He takes Alex's right hand and strokes it, repeatedly.
I mentally calculate how long it takes me to take a pen out of my bag and stab his hand.
Can I get away with it?
Then I hear the announcement for the next station. I have never been grateful for this boring announcement in my life.
I grab Alex's right arm and say "okay, we are getting off".
"Why? this isn't our station yet". Why does Alex have to argue with me right now out of all the time in the world?
"I don't like strangers touching you".

The creep then stands up and walks away.
He go sits next to a woman with a stroller.
Wow, he is a pedophile looking for prey.
We get off the train.

In NYC even 10 year olds have chaperons take them to and from school.
But in Japan, once you are in elementary school, kids are suppose to commute by themselves. A lot of schools think that this is what constitutes children's "independence".
I see 6, 7 , 8 year olds, light as a feather, brave the commuter train every morning. These kids are small, most of them wearing uniforms that identify their schools (and location, obviously) and sometimes even have their nametags hanging out.

I am explaining all of this to a group of Japanese women as they pass out tea and I get stuck at the word "creep".
I am still angry and worked up about it and I am stressing that there is no way in hell I am going to let Alex go to school by himself.
"That creep. Creep, creep!!!".

"Relax, here it is".
What is here? What is she talking about?
"Your cream. Creap. Well this is real cream, not cheap creap that's powdered.
This is what you want in your tea, right?"

I'll be damned.

When does my Business Trip Start?

Just a normal day in the life of......

I get to the airport 12 hours early.
I don't notice this until the woman at the check-in counter looks at me puzzled.

All this after struggling for an hour to reserve a cab last night to get me to the airport early in the morning (5:45 am pick up).
There were no limos nor cabs because it was a Monday after a 3 day weekend (whatever that means, I guess demand is high).
The last car service company on the list had mercy.

But now that I got AM and PM mixed up.....

So I have 12 hours to kill.
I need to get rid of my huge suitcase first.

I go in the direction the ground crew tells me to.
I don't find anywhere to dump it.
I look at the airport map.
Golly, it's at the end of the other side!

I was lead in the wrong direction.
It looks like a 10 minutes walk to the other side
This airport is huge.

I finally arrive at temporary storage.
The guy asks me when the suitcase will be reclaimed.
"12 hours later"

He looks surprised.
Guess what, I am surprised too!

Just like the ground crew he consoles me by telling me that at least I am 12 hours early and not late.
As if that makes me feel any better.

I eat breakfast at this place where they sell Japanese bagels (steamed, not boiled) and then consider my plan of attack.

Although the airport was all the rage when it opened after extensive renovations, there is no way I'll spend more than 2hours in this place.
I can stay at an airport hotel for 6000yen ($60) during the day, meaning I get power for my PC but it just doesn't seem worth the price and effort.
I do want to get my necklace that I forgot at home if possible, and there is the issue of my dead watch so I decide that going home is the best solution.

I call Ken and whine about the situation.
He suggests that I go to Tokyo station near his office, and kill time there so we can have lunch.
When I tell him that I plan to go home, an hour away from his office, he suggests having coffee after 3pm.
Isn't that nice.
I'm feeling so sad and helpless (called the 'to-ho-ho' feeling in Japanese) I'm grateful for the company.

The cabfare to the airport was company expense, but there is no way they are going to foot the bill for 3 trips in one day.
I find the cheapest way to get back to the city, some obscure train that used to be the fastest route to the airport 2 decades ago.
Once I am near the city, I get off at Ueno station expecting to change onto something called a Keikyu line that will take me closer to home.

I bought connecting tickets.
I don't see any signs saying Keikyu.
The station master tells me I had to get off at Aoto station that was like 3 stations and 15minutes ago.

Hey, nobody told me that!
I'm bleeding money here.
I decide to take another train home.

Once home, thing seem peaceful.
Had the leftover udon for lunch and worked the computer.
Then I hear the locks turning.

It must be grandma.

It was.
She's standing there dumbstruck when she sees me.
She thought she came on the wrong day and looks as though she’s about to cry.
She’s paranoid about Alzheimer’s hitting her.

I tell her I gave her the wrong time and she’s on the attack on why I could be so dumb.
She claims to have come to check on the fridge.
Didn't I spend something like 30minutes yesterday listing what was in there and e-mailed it to her?
Can’t she just check her e-mails before leaving home?

She prepares some food for Alex and Ken and we talk about Alex and marvel at how observant he is.
He takes one look at a photo when I was a kid and he rightfully points out that it's me. Well okay, all the other kids were blonde.
But he can even pick out grandma when she was young.
Pity we don't have pix of young Ken.

Grandma asks where the manga books 'oh-ke no monsho' are.
These are comic books I used to read when I was a teenager to, um, learn Japanese.
Yes, grandma thought the best way for me to learn Japanese quickly was to read comic books.
Still, Japanese comic books are nothing like the American ones and some are nearly a work of art, seriously.

Anyway, since space was of essence in our household I sold them.
Apparently grandma was reading them the last time she was here.
I felt so bad.
I got out some other manga 'with love, Eroica' by the same author instead.
She seemed happy.

Gave her the rundown on Alex's routine and she was off to a coffee shop until Alex and the babysitter got home.
I grab some extra socks and panties hanging from the racks, pack the watch with dead batteries and I am off too.

I arrive at Tokyo station and go straight to the brand new Daimaru department store.
The watch repair man opens my watch after announcing that battery change for Hermes watches will cost me a cool 3250yen ($32).
He carefully takes out the battery, tests the current and says that the battery is fine.

Ok, so what is the issue?
Am I going to be watchless this entire trip?
There are no issues.
Watch working properly.

Goodness, what an embarrassment and waste of time!
That seems to be the theme of today.

Wasting time.

Okay, I'm gonna waste time searching for dinner that I will be eating on the train that takes me to the airport.
After buying my dinner and heading to the bookstore at the other side of the station, which is like a 15 minutes walk via underground passage, I get a call from my boss asking me that I get a gift for our new restaurant that opened recently In Waikiki.
"Something Japanese like rice crackers in neat boxes would be nice"
Ummm, there are hardly any rice cracker stores on this side of the station.
I'm sent on a wild goose chase.
I'm wearing my coat and I'm getting hot.
I finally find a Japanese/European 'gaufre' place at the basement of one of the swankiest new buildings in the business district.
Not rice crackers but a very famous Japanese “western” confectionery.
The price is agreeable too.
I settle on it.

Just as I am figuring out how to get out of this basement labyrinth, Ken calls.
He's ready to meet for coffee.
Yipee!

I go over the day and think about what I'm going to report to him.
It's a long walk to his office.
I end up walking something like another 10minutes.
I’m getting a lot of workout.

After some nice talks we part at 5pm.
I would make the 5:33pm train to the airport.
Alas, after much struggle to figure out how to use the ticket machine, the tix were sold out so I had to get the 6pm train.

This is so sad.
I can’t even figure out a ticketing machine.
I feel like a clueless American tourist in an Asian country.
Still would make it to the airport in time but I was expecting to kind of relax there.
I'm pretty sure I have a premium economy seat, which should mean that I get use of the exclusive airport lounge.
I mean, don't I deserve this pampering today?

However the ticketing lady at the airport does not give me the voucher for the lounge.
I think of asking her but suddenly not sure of the status of my seat.
I refrain from asking to save myself from further embarrassment.
I had too many of those today.

Defeated, i go through immigrations and get our staff in NY some duty free cigarettes.
I can't find the one he's asking for.
And the price is also different.
Is he going to reimburse me even though it’s like twice the price he thinks it is?

I wouldn't mind buying him something as a gift but I can't tolerate cigarettes and cannot imagine myself buying it as a gift. I am going to get my money back on this.
However this guy is our restaurant staff and he’s scraping by.
He has no money.
Oh well, I get him the closest one I can find.

I remember to get something for All Souls school too since I’m planning to visit.
Good girl.
I feel like I am finally regaining control of myself.
I walk towards the coveted lounge.
It looks closed.
Maybe that was why they didn't give me the voucher.

I go to the restroom and struggle to get my rolling carry-on in the stall.
Japanese stalls are tiny and I am not trusting enough to leave my computer contained carry-on outside.
By this time I don't get frustrated that easily.
After a few minutes I succeed and even manage to get out some pills that I need which were in the bottom of the carry-on.

After browsing stores and not finding my favorite watch that I plan to buy, I head to the gate.
I see the usual scenes of ground crew busying themselves.
Then some male figure arrives.
I catch a glimpse of his profile and figure he's senior.
Everyone is paying attention to him.
Whatever.

I look down and around again.
Hang on, did I just see that senior’s face?
He looks familiar.
I look at him again, this time his full feature are in full view.
Is he...?

Wow, a blast from the past!
An ex-boyfriend I haven't seen for 18years.
He tells me he had dinner with my friend recently and heard all about my move here.
So he has been keeping a tab on me.
Hmmm.
We exchange business cards and he's back to work.

So what does this all mean?
I mean, it has been a very strange day.
Is there a message here from somewhere high above?
Thankfully my spirits have been high.
Considering all I have been through, I'm a somewhat happy gal today.

The hormone balance is good.
But is this the end for me or the beginning of something?
I have been wondering about this ex ever since I moved to Japan.
So I finally see him and know what he’s doing.
Wish granted.

A treat before my end or a sign of something new?
I get on the plane and realize this flight has no premium economy.
Just 2 classes, business and economy.

It’s 9pm and time for me to sleep.
I will be arriving at 8 am in Hawaii.

I take a melatonin tablet wondering if this is going to cause a rare allergic reaction in me and kill me.
Ha! It doesn't even knock me out to sleep.
When I arrive in Hawaii, it's Monday morning all over again
Is it going to be a new start?

I always wonder about horoscopes that tell you what the day will be.
Is it going to be the same when you jump date line?

The day has just begun in Waikiki......

Understanding Japanese

My hearing ability in Japanese has never been that good, but for the past decade or so, since the only Japanese I really listened to in NY was my husband's, which was often grammatically incorrect, it has deteriorated considerably.

So I go to a supermarket named "Peacock" and am asked something by the cashier. I ask her to repeat and she obliges. I still can't understand.
In NY, when the sales assistant asks something when you are paying, they are usually trying to sell a credit card.
I guess the correct answer in the Peacock situation is "no" as well.

So from then on I just say no, whatever I am asked.
I don't know what I am being asked anyway, so what have I got to lose besides some opportunity to open a line of credit?

Well, I finally realized after several months that I lose the privilege of getting a plastic bag for my stuff.
Why didn't I even notice this for so long??

Yet to find Silver Lining

I have somewhat settled in Tokyo with more than half my things still floating across the pacific.

According to studies by University of Maryland/BBC collaboration, a United Nations thinktank (forgot the name) and some big-shot Asian research center, the Japanese are the most pessimistic nationals in the world. This is not only about the economy, but outlook in life in general. Each study verified this individually with extensive studies and surveys, at different times.

Kind of brings you down if you live there, doesn't it?
Before leaving NY, I'm thinking, okay I'm going to find a silver lining in Japan.
But I have to get hit by these studies that a friend in Washington DC sent me.
The studies have been proven to me, much on an individual level after I have arrived, starting with neighbors all the way down to the potential babysitters I am interviewing.
I desperately need prozac right now. This feeling of depression is contagious.

There is so much I am confused, irritated, and plain dumbfounded about and on top of that, I found out I don't understand half of what the people are saying.
It's like I am in a foreign country.
Wasn't I fairly proficient in Japanese? I mean, I have a husband who speak to me in Japanese!

I found something similar to FreshDirect, delivering groceries on a 2 hour window of your choice, and I realized I made a mistake when checking off the desired delivery time.
So I called customer services to ask if I could change the timeframe and the girl says yes, and she walks me through the change, reconfirming every single order I made, thanking me each and every time for each of the 30 items I ordered, and then after I finally moved delivery time to 4 hours later, she asks me if I wanted anything else, I say no, and then she thanks me for calling and informs me that they won't be able to deliver on the requested date. I am like, so what were we doing for the past 20 minutes? Did I miss something? She said something about procedure, but I just didn't understand.

I'm told at Alex's summer camp that Alex NEEDS to wear socks with his water sandals. I asked why and was told it's dangerous without socks. I asked again recently and was told he can catch a cold without socks. I am ignoring the socks order, but am wondering if I am really hearing things right.

Now onto the bright side of things.
Although they lack a lot of organic stuff, the selection of heat and eat food is amazing.
If I go to a supermarket and wanted to get a ready-to-eat-after-nuking risotto, I can find 15 types of them on the shelf.

I have already conquered 5 flavors. Still 10 to go and that is just rissotto.
They also have curry with rice, short pasta, long pasta, chinese fried rice, rice porridge etc.
There is a perpetual curry fad in Japan, and there are many famous curry restaurants.
The restaurants hook up with manufacturers, and make their own branded ready-to-eat curry, complete with rice.
I have tried out 4 curries already, it will take until September to conquer all.
There is a whole aisle dedicated to this semi-junk dish (god knows what's in them to get that shelf life!).
Since curry is my favorite food, working from home and nuking my own lunch has never been better.

Then if we move on to the fridge/freezer section, there are numerous ready-made food; all you need to do is pop it in the oven.
I have been saved with the frozen "lunch bites" that they sell.
Chicken nuggets, mini-sausages, fried fish cakes, veggie patties, rice balls, pastas, veggie derivatives that are in bite size and ready to stick in the lunch box.
They are shaped in moons, stars, cars and flowers and for Alex, who is miserable in camp, these lunch are the highlight of his day.

I went to a "western" supermarket today (named so because they sell foreign imports) and found Huggies pull-ups with "cars the movie" design on it.
Although Alex has graduated his night time diapers a few months ago, his bed and waterproof liner are still crossing the pacific, and I can't afford to have accidents on the mattress we are borrowing right now, so I am having him in diapers. He's not happy with the Japanese one so I grabbed the huggies.
At the cash register, the woman announced cheerfully that it was $40.
WHAT?
It's 21count. Not like they have 60 in them.
It's less than $20 on amazon.
I was frozen there for a while.
I went back and checked the price; she was right.
And for your reference, a single bounty roll is $5, a bottle of San Pellegrino is $4, Frito-lay chips (large bag) is $10, a GE monogram stovetop with oven that yours truly had in her rental building is 10grand (not that they sold that there) and a pedicure is anywhere from $70 to $180 (and this is just a run of the mill nail salon).
Bloody expensive.

Where is my prozac?