Tonight, a Saturday night, I find myself trying to clean up the room, which is not tidy, and clear up my desk, which is a mess, so that I might have enough space to prepare lesson plans for work on Monday. I don't know if I will have time to do either of those things tomorrow, since I have plans for the day with my wife.
Ordinarily, I like to think that the days of the week are irrelevant to me. Someone's lord may have rested on one day or another, but I try to do what I will when I will. There was a time when I taught lessons on Sunday night and drank gin on Monday mornings. I went on a trip with no plan, and found myself in Osaka, in a residential neighborhood full of middle-aged women touts, trying to lure in a fool in for a Thursday morning's romp on a hot summer day. As it turned out, all I really had come to Osaka for was an okonomiyaki, so I walked on, until I found a zoo, and a Ferris wheel, and a restaurant beneath the train tracks. The okonomiyaki was delicious, and the owner posed for photos, holding his special spatula high and smiling.
But something about spending this Saturday night on cleaning and preparation for work feels like a loss, like a defeat.
It feels like I'm allowing something important to get away from me, and without the right sort of compensation.
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I know I am missing the point, but really - 'The okonomiyaki was delicious, and the owner posed for photos, holding his special spatula high and smiling.'- wtf is an okomomiyaki??
Don't answer that...we have the interwebs for such queries! In the meantime, I hear ya buddy...this past Saturday I found myself watching "1984". Normally this would have a degree of coolness...if I wasn't researching it for an English class. And sober.
We changed man...we used to be about the chu hai.
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