I have a small plastic bag, sometimes several, on me at all times. You never know. Usually it's to pick up trash I find on the street when I'm walking. I've become obsessed with litter around the neighborhood. Actually anywhere. And with the boys I find having extra bags to stash trash after snacks and nose blowing and wiping off faces and hands with wet tissues is always good in a country that has relatively few public trash bins and where people are generally expected to take their trash home with them.
You never know.
On my morning walk today I was going up the steps from my street to Higashi Park and there was this perfectly green, plump little grasshopper sitting there. He was lovely. I gazed at him for a moment in the cool morning air that was starting to heat up with the bright sunlight.
Then I grabbed one of my spare little trash bags and scooped him up to take home and stick in Kenzo's lizard box. As lovely as he was, he was also a feast for a growing reptile.
Today, being June 1st, was Kenzo's first day of "full elementary school schedule." Five periods. For the last two months since he started he's been getting out of school at 13:30, but starting today he gets done around 14:30 and gets home close to 15:00.
It didn't seem to phase him. He was just as energetic as ever when he got home. When I asked him if he was tired at all he didn't even seem to notice the different schedule.
It was Osamu who was in need of a major recharge.
He settled in for his afternoon nap at 15:00, and at the time I'm writing this, after 11 p.m., he's still out.
Not even close to waking up. Just little boy snoring and the occasional sleep talk. I would love to see what his dreams are.
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