Showing posts with label Atami. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Atami. Show all posts

Hair types

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'Click clack click clack click clack' is the sound of my old Royal type writer and Sumomo writes a report for school regarding her vacation. We had been cleaning out the store room when we had come across my old type writer in one of the boxes. Sumomo opened it and looked at it with such a puzzled look about her face and she asked if this was some old computer keyboard. I laughed and put my arm around her shoulders.
We took it into our apartment and after inserting a paper from the printer we happily discovered that it still worked even though it had been shut away for perhaps seventeen years. She pressed various keys and she giggled at the 'clacking' sound that pressing the keys produced. She started playing quite happily and then jumped back in shock when the auto carriage return occurred seven keys after the bell.
Typewriters were never a big thing here in Japan despite many brave attempts by various people and companies. I of course had one because I could write in English and Romaji but it only ever was a novelty item. Most things here were hand written before going off to the printers and I can tell you that even though most companies would have a small team of girls who would carefully scribe 'clean copies' of company documents, most companies had so much paperwork that it was quite usual for such documents to be sent out to contractors. This long drawn out process created huge delays and backlogs which made doing business with our country pretty slow.
Imagine it - a team of girls writing by hand, clean and error free copies on squared manuscript paper. These would be sent to an editor who would cross things out, make corrections and then this would be sent to the printer who had the awful task of deciphering the original text, the editorial corrections and usually in a fog of smudged over-scoring. Sometimes it was so bad that the printer would send it back saying it was impossible to handle. After all, if any mistakes were made at this point then it would be the printers to blame.
Come the 1980's and technology gave us the word processor (wapuro we termed it which was short for 'waado purossesaa' and everything changed. My Father had several as early as 1982 in his business and a year later he also had one at home. This may seem like a trivial matter but please consider that in 1982 less than 5% of Japanese businesses had access to a word processor and a mere four years later in 1986, over 90% of businesses were using them to produce Japanese language documents. The boom happened because our economy was on an unparalleled high, the technology was getting better and the prices per unit fell rapidly. The awareness of such powerful tools came to be known by students and eventually these tools filtered down to High school, middle school and even elementary students began using them. As I said, not only did 90% of businesses have access by the end of 1986 but also 30% of homes had one too and this figure grew steadily. In the early 1990's the Americans exported Compaq word processors to us and they were half the price of our N.E.C's and consequently the homes that had access to one grew to over 80%. Then their eventual demise came in the latter half of the 90's when word processing software appeared for computers.
I was born in 1980 so as a child I was aware of these machines and so to me it was a fairly normal thing to have one. I was given a typewriter just to practice English. Our Father provided a word processor for us when we attended middle school upon which we each had turns to write out school reports.
Sumomo had never seen a typewriter of course and is not overly familiar with 'ABC' She and Riko have grown up in a world where MS word and its various counterparts and her phones texting are as much the 'norm' as their hand written work. My old typewriter was an antique and a novelty item however she enjoyed playing with it.

We all have returned from Atami where we stayed for five days. Atami was a place I came to as a child and now my angels enjoy it too. We stayed at the Hoshino resort which is not as close to the sea as some places but it offered good rates, it was very clean and the service was excellent and on par with us all being VIP.
We signed the angels into the children's activity club which had them swimming with other children. They went fishing on a real fishing boat, engaged in children's outdoor pursuits and visited the children's ranch where they could feed sheep and goats and see many other animals. They went tea picking and the learned and made mochi rice cakes and brought some back for us to try.
There were also children's rooms with lots of supervised activities and all this so Hitomi and I could have some time together and it allowed them to feel independent and they could play happily with the other children on holiday. Then when we all ate together in the early evening they would excitedly tell us everything.
Hitomi and I enjoyed the famous spa's and treated ourselves to a boat ride beneath the stars and the fireworks!

I returned from holiday to find the happy news of a job offer. My translation work has dried up again for the summer and I really wanted to do something. A local hairdressing salon, which I have used occasionally, were advertising for a part-time hairdresser and since I have just gained my level three from hair and beauty school, I applied. I didn't think I'd be successful because perhaps many others may have experience. The only experience I have is working at the studios. However I was invited to chat with the manageress and after 20 minutes she offered me the position. I am a hairdresser!
On the morning of my third day I was cleaning the instruments when a familiar person entered the salon and asked if she could have her hair styled. She has never been here before. There had been once cancellation and so she was fitted straight in. When her turn came she passed her place on because I was still busy with one very sweet older client. When I was free she stood and smiled and came to sit in my station chair.
After I had finished she said that she was very happy and offered me far too many compliments and that she would now use this salon as her regular. I was very pleased.

A peach colored day

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A day for just us girls with all of our worries and concerns packed carefully away in a little ornate black box and hidden away until next week or until Pandora passes by and lets all the evils out into the world once more. Didn't she learn her lesson?

We had planned for a day out with some of our friends and met them at the train station and journeyed to Atami.
This is a great little coast town just outside Tokyo and only an hour on the fast train. It seems secluded because it is surrounded by an ancient volcano wall on three sides and the town was built in the crater. There is a great castle there to the south but it is a fake and was only built during my parents early years. It never saw the old Lords plotting for power. It only saw the actors and the children acting out the parts.
No gardens or waterfront or even the hot springs for us, just the coffee shop, the shopping mall and fresh sea restaurant.

Nothing past the hills and the blue horizon existed while we were together with smiles and the joy of good companionship. Every single one of us came here as a child and we all have memories of here from long ago. Misato is only 25 and so when she described her earliest memory of Atami being a small shop owned by a kind man with a small white beard it was not so surprising to find it and he still here selling his candies.
The importance of this day was more than childhood memories. It was even more than sharing our day with good friends. It was the most important thing for me that we built for ourselves a fortress of good feelings and kept back the dark worries that have lay siege to us during these last three weeks.
It matters not that these worries will attack us again and again repeatedly. What matters is that for one day we relaxed, we breathed without a care and we smiled not only for that but smiled because we enjoyed the smiles of our friends too
I feel that I have carried many heavy chests along with me as if I am chained to them and even if they were each filled with great treasures, to walk free of them for one weekend is more valuable still.

One thing I do know is that now that I have tasted the flavor of this peace to my soul and mind, I know I must drink of it again. It is the shelter from the typhoon that would wash me away indiscriminately. It is the shield to halt the flight of arrows before they piece my heart. It is the warm safe place we all seek when we would lay battered upon the rocky reefs below the cliffs.


I have become tired
I have become forgetful
Desire and want seep from me like the blood of the wounded warrior.
The resignation of my destiny as I cast it into the raging river of randomness.
I want to rest my head and see stars instead of the city reflected upon the mirrored sky.
I want to dream again.

And now the moment arrives for a little Momo music...


Matsuura Aya sings Momoiro Kataomoi


Take this song, two crazy girls, a few drinks and a quiet karaoke bar and you'll wonder how we don't give PuffyAmiYumi some competition! ha ha