防水
Atsushi and I were able to get together every two weekends for most of the summer until this month. I haven't seen him for three weeks, so I'm getting kind of gretzy--especially because he's working all through this weekend, and I can tell he's stressed and tired and can't do anything about it.
My own travails this weekend are more annoying than stressful. Funny how it's not listed on the reference calendar of my datebook, but today is apparently Retailers Make Sean Feel Lazy Day. The giggly, flirtatious girls behind the counter at Dean & Deluca said, "We haven't seen you in that shirt lately," which struck me as a sign that maybe I'm not cooking for myself quite often enough. It's not mere sloth--really it isn't. For one thing, with the heat, it's hard to take frozen homemade food in to the office without having it drip water all over the place. For another, Japanese apartments aren't wired to allow you to use all your appliances at one time. In our place, either the air conditioner or the microwave/oven is on...but not both, unless you want to trip the breaker. Thankfully, the weather has a hint of fall around the edges. The sun today is strong, but it doesn't stab at you the way it did up until last week or so. In a few weeks, I won't need to choose whether to make food from scratch or avoid death from heatstroke. And anyway, the Dean & Deluca girls didn't mean any harm.
When I went to get my watch battery changed, on the other hand, the guy did adopt a frank scolding tone--you know how people who work with gadgets can never seem to accept that we laypeople use them hard?--to inform me that there was condensation under the crystal, which I apparently caused by getting the watch wet. I am guilty of watch abuse and was given to understand by his expression that I was just lucky he didn't call Child and Family Services on me. "Moisture can get in around the battery cover," he snapped, oblivious to the fact that just above the battery cover was where the case was stamped "WATER RESISTANT." I mean, it's not as if I'd ever turned a firehose on the thing--I just don't take it off before I do the dishes.
Of course, now that I've reverted to being a lazy bachelor who subsists on take-out, there aren't a lot of dishes to do. Luckily for me, Atsushi's coming home this coming Saturday, which should stop my downward slide before I start, like, getting fat and leaving laundry on the floor and stuff.
My own travails this weekend are more annoying than stressful. Funny how it's not listed on the reference calendar of my datebook, but today is apparently Retailers Make Sean Feel Lazy Day. The giggly, flirtatious girls behind the counter at Dean & Deluca said, "We haven't seen you in that shirt lately," which struck me as a sign that maybe I'm not cooking for myself quite often enough. It's not mere sloth--really it isn't. For one thing, with the heat, it's hard to take frozen homemade food in to the office without having it drip water all over the place. For another, Japanese apartments aren't wired to allow you to use all your appliances at one time. In our place, either the air conditioner or the microwave/oven is on...but not both, unless you want to trip the breaker. Thankfully, the weather has a hint of fall around the edges. The sun today is strong, but it doesn't stab at you the way it did up until last week or so. In a few weeks, I won't need to choose whether to make food from scratch or avoid death from heatstroke. And anyway, the Dean & Deluca girls didn't mean any harm.
When I went to get my watch battery changed, on the other hand, the guy did adopt a frank scolding tone--you know how people who work with gadgets can never seem to accept that we laypeople use them hard?--to inform me that there was condensation under the crystal, which I apparently caused by getting the watch wet. I am guilty of watch abuse and was given to understand by his expression that I was just lucky he didn't call Child and Family Services on me. "Moisture can get in around the battery cover," he snapped, oblivious to the fact that just above the battery cover was where the case was stamped "WATER RESISTANT." I mean, it's not as if I'd ever turned a firehose on the thing--I just don't take it off before I do the dishes.
Of course, now that I've reverted to being a lazy bachelor who subsists on take-out, there aren't a lot of dishes to do. Luckily for me, Atsushi's coming home this coming Saturday, which should stop my downward slide before I start, like, getting fat and leaving laundry on the floor and stuff.