The White Peril 白禍

Atsushi is now on a plane. He will land at Haneda at around 9:30, arrive at our door at around 11:00, and leave for his parents' place at around 14:00. That gives us three hours together (sort of) to celebrate New Year's Eve, Japan's major holiday. Given how we'll have to shoehorn things in, I'm at least trying to make the house as close to spotless as possible, in the hopes that the effort will convey a celebratory air. Accompanying music by Heart. No, not the 70s stuff that we're all supposed to admire for creating a distaff Led Zep--sorry, Mom and Dad--but the 80s stuff that was out when I was in high school. You know, after the Wilsons looked at each other and said, "Millions of kids shell out for albums at mall record stores every day. Dammit, WE WANT THAT MONEY. Where's Diane Warren's card?" There's something very satisfying about lovingly, tenderly, soothingly moving a dusting glove over your favorite vases while shrieking "Who Will You Run To" along with Ann.

I don't know whether I'll be back between now and tonight's party. If I'm not, everyone have a happy and safe new year.