Sweet Home

 

 

 My mother had Alzheimer’s disease. At night, she used to say, “I have to go back to my home.”

 Actually, I lived with her in her home. She was already in her home, but she kept saying this. My parents gave so much effort to buy the house.

 I listened to her carefully and found out that the “home” she wanted to go back to was located in the next city where she spent her childhood. She left the house a half-century ago.

 When we have Alzheimer’s disease, we want to go back to the “home” we lived in when we were children. We don’t recognize our “home” which we spent so much money on. My mother’s father passed away when she was a child. It is possible that she imagined her father waiting for her at “home.” She could have simply wanted to see her father.

 I have moved to many places many times in my life. If I have Alzheimer’s disease, which house would I want to go back to? When I was a child, I lived in a small old rented house. There were leaks whenever it rained. That house was a cheap real estate property. But I might want to go back to that house when I have Alzheimer’s disease. At least, in that house, there was a happy family.

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The Best Job

 

 

 I have worked in many kinds of jobs.

 All of them were easier than taking care of my mother, who had Alzheimer’s disease. If you ask me what the easiest job I have ever done was, doubtless, it was this!

 The librarian for the university library! I was a librarian in the 2000s.

 A library in a university has mainly difficult books. They took time to read. Then a few students came to the library. I used to work at the reception desk and do procedures for renting books. But only about two or three students came to the reception desk per hour. I could work on my chair. About one time per hour, I would bring the returned books back to the bookshelf. It was nice to take a walk. They also had an air conditioner. Once a while, my superior said to me, “Please, take a rest.” But I was already rested. I couldn’t imagine a more relaxing situation.

 I used a computer to perform procedures for renting books. I was allowed to use the computer for my personal purposes. In those days, I was kind of a writer. I was writing on the computer during work time. Moonlighting. While doing one job, I was also doing another job. It was very efficient.

 One day, when I was double working, the section manager was approaching me. He was the highest superior I had ever talked to in the library. I was worried he might complain about my moonlighting. But he said, “Your typing speed is very high.”

 He praised me.

 Later, when I published my first book, the section manager came to my house and bought a copy of my book.

 I wish all workplaces in the world might be like this.

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Tragic Rabbit

 

 When I was a student, I worked at an event for children. I was asked to escort a costumed actor. Later, I also became an actor in a costume. But at that time, I had never worn a costume before. If we are going to lead a car, it is better we have driving experience. It is difficult to lead a car if you have never driven a car. We should realize the same thing happens when escorting a costumed actor.

 If you wear a costume that covers your face, you are almost blind. We must be very careful when escorting a costumed actor, especially if there are obstacles.

 On that day, I was working as a member of the event crew. The venue was a park. My superior asked me, “Could you escort him to the green room?” “He” was a pretty rabbit. I had no idea why he needed a guide to the green room. The green room was a tent. It was not very far away. So I just walked ahead of him, saying, “This way, please.” He followed me.

 There were bollards, which are short pillars used to block cars. I had no idea he couldn’t see the bollards. I walked through the bollards and said, “Come this way.”

 Then the tragedy happened. One of the bollards smashed his crotch. In most cases, a bollard is the perfect height to smash someone’s crotch. The rabbit squatted down on the road for a while.

 The rabbit finally arrived in the green room. I apologize to him. He said, “I’m OK.” Then he undressed the costume. He wore piercings all over his face. He looked like a punk rocker. I was lucky because I apologized to him when he was a rabbit. I am not sure I could have apologized to him when he was a punk rocker. He looked very scary.

 Dear friends, costumed actors have a difficult time seeing. Please, be careful, especially near a bollard.

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A Younger Artist

 

 

 I am fifty years old. A half century.

 Now I have started to love the works created by a young artist. His age is almost half of mine. How lucky I am! Many people only love the products released during their younger days. To enjoy later years, we should have flexibility to appreciate young artists.

 Perhaps one of the benefits of loving young artists is that I would not receive the news of their death. I have received a lot of news of the deaths of elder artists whom I love. I don’t enjoy their new works anymore. They make me sad.

 The new artist is younger than me. Maybe he will continue his creation even after I pass away.

 I wish I have senses after my death. Somehow, I want to enjoy his new works.

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Karate Softball

 

 When I was a second-year high school student, I was a member of the drama club. One day, we had a softball game with the graduates. It was a wonderful idea to promote interaction. In Japan, we really worry about up-and-down relationships. Talking about dramatic events could be awkward, but playing sports could make it smooth.

 We separated the students’ team and the graduates’ team. We were to bat first. In the top of the first inning, the leadoff man and the second hitter stuck out. The third hitter approached the batter’s box. He was a freshman. But he was not just a freshman. He was a rank holder in Kyokushin karate. Some people say Kyokushin karate is the strongest style of karate. It is full contact, and its skills are very practical. They actually punch and kick their opponents. I don’t know why he joined our drama club.

 The rank holder easily hit the first ball. That must be a single through the hall. Hitting a softball was a piece of cake to him.

 However, he just stood in the batter’s box and smiled to us. All of us in the bench were surprised. We found out that he didn’t know how to play softball. He was supposed to run to the base. So we cried out, “Run! Run! Run!”

 Then he realized his mistake. He started to run to a base. But it was the third base. He ran to the third base directly, clockwise.

 Now you know Kyokushin karate is the most practical and strongest. He did the most effective attack with the smallest movement. That could be the essence of karate, but that was not how to play softball.

 He hit a clean hit. But he was out.

 I talked to him after. He had never played softball and baseball. He had never even watched them on TV. This could be why he became a rank holder as a senior high school student.

 I realized that the rumor was true. Kyokushin karate is the strongest.

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A rich man in fall

 

 I used to catch a cold every autumn, at the same time each year. I suspected I had hay fever so I went to a hospital to find out. But I didn’t have hay fever – I had a cold. Why?

 One day I tried to solve the mystery, and so I thought back over my behavior. I found out I had a big misunderstanding.

 When I was in my twenties, I began living on my own. I was very surprised by my electric bills in the summer. Today, air conditioners are very efficient, but back then, they consumed a huge amount of power. In order to save money, I tried not to use the air conditioner in the summer. I endured days and nights without it and it was very hard to sleep. I was always thinking, “I wish I were rich. I would use the air conditioner all day, as much as I want, and have a comfortable life.”

 Then when the autumn came, the weather cooled down. I started to misunderstand again, thinking, “Oh! Yes! It is cool! This is because I have become a rich man. I can use the air conditioner inside and outside of my house because I am a superrich man. Hooray! I am rich!”

 Then when it became almost cold, I was still enjoying the “richness.” Even when everyone started wearing jackets, I still wore just a shirt. Because I wanted to enjoy being a rich man.

 This is why I caught a cold every autumn.

 After I solved the mystery, I started to wear a jacket in the autumn and I haven’t caught a cold since.

 Dear friends, when autumn arrives it becomes cooler. But it doesn’t mean you have become rich!

 Oh! I didn’t know you already knew that.

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Slave Teachers

I am reading books about ancient Rome. According to those books, ancient Roman intellectuals were bilingual. Their native language was Latin but they studied ancient Greek as part of their education. Studying a foreign language is very challenging. I am Japanese and I have spent some difficult days studying English. Greece was in the territory of ancient Rome. Some rich Roman families had Greek slaves whose job was to teach Greek to their children. It is difficult to imagine the slaves. Their job was to teach, but their status was slaves. Teaching their owners’ children was probably difficult and complicated. By the way, in present-day Japan, many teachers in public schools need to work overtime – over 100 hours per month. Most of them can’t get enough overtime pay. It occurred to me that today’s teachers might be like those Greek slaves.

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