Meeting the Former Minister
Before I go on more about yellow cars and all, I should bring you up to date on a few ongoings. This is a busy week of political events, weather events, and special events!
On Thursday, our Community Ninja and I went all the way to Nishidai Station in Itabashi-ku, a ward in the far north of Tokyo on the banks of the Arakawa River. There we attended a monthly gathering and meet-and-greet put on by Mr. Shimomura, former Minister of Education Culture, Sports, and Science and member of the Liberal Democratic Party led by Prime Minister Abe.
With the recent actions being taken by the country to loosen restrictions on foreign students and workers, Cross was well and encouragingly received. The event was well-attended, and I was struck by the demographic of the evening. If the crowd gathered suggested anything in particular, it was that politics in Japan is not yet a passion of the young nor the foreign-born.
It was a fun evening! Not only was I made to feel wet behind the ears, I was able to practice my feeble grasp of the language, exercise my familiarity with the formality and ceremony of Japanese business card exchange, and execute the awareness and responsibility necessary to ensure that all glasses within my reach were kept full. Needless to say, the conversation got better and better!
By the end of the evening we’d met the better part of the Itabashi business crowd and the entire Shimomura family. Where this leads I’m not entirely sure. But, it can’t hurt to have friends in high places!
The Typhoon Going the Wrong Way
Friday evening, most Tokyoites, if they hadn’t heard already, learned that Typhoon Jongdari, or as the locals call it, Number Twelve, was on its way up from the Philippine Sea. Contrary to normal behavior, it was traveling on a north-westerly direction, scheduled first to roll over Tokyo before moving onto Nagoya, Kyoto, Osaka, Hiroshima, and all points in between and beyond.
And so, everyone woke up Saturday morning to take care of their pre-Typhoon checklists. This typically means to cancel everything they’d normally do, and ensure that everything not attached to their homes is safely stored away, covered, or weighted down. And so I did just that…and then I decided to take a scooter ride to the home center nearby to make sure my dog’s rations were refilled before the tempest arrived. So off I went, in sandals, shorts, and t-shirt, when the first heavy squals hit. The guys at the gas station had a good laugh. I made it home soaked…better, drenched. Choco was happy.
Number Twelve is now on its was to Nagoya, and here I am in Sarutahiko Coffee in Sengawa, bringing you all up to date, and finalizing plans for Cross’ big day tomorrow.
Meet Cross at International House!
Tomorrow is the big day! We’re looking forward to meeting you all from 13:00 to 15:00. We hope you can make it by to say hi, have a coffee, and learn a little about all we have in store for you.