Two days of our normal.
Yujiro cooking. Okaasan smiling. Me working. Cats looking cute.
Found a lot of garlics under Okaasan's heated table.
Sneaked some 10 pairs of clean pants back into her room.
We grabbed us some couple time by walking in the park and I went to Curves. Yujiro did manly stuff at the garage with winter tires and oil changes. Okaasan slumped under her heated table with the TV in her living room. Ventured out, actually in daylight!!, to have a walk.
And...our second floor living room ceiling developed an ominous bump.
Is it water? Is it an ovarian tumor?
After all that rain last week I fear the first. We've called the agent, who called the owner, who called the builder...and now we wait for a visit. And hope it doesn't burst.
Popo jumps if someone sneezes. If the ceiling collapses I think the poor little furball will go into orbit.
She is fine. Happy to have Yujiro home, she is all relaxed and smiley and giggly. He chats along at dinner, and she can just make response sounds and comments - latching onto a word that she can connect to. It's a semblance of conversation. Just making responses while he chats along.
And I am relaxed too. It is SO good to have him back.
The hula dance nanny Ohta-san chatted to Yujiro on the phone for ages. About how Okaasan had enjoyed the party on Monday. Didn't dance. But that is ok. They agreed that if Okaasan wants to go to the classes she should and can, but actually she doesn't have to dance in any of their events - just go along to watch and have the party.
That would be a whole lot better. Because Okaasan gets all her stress ( and we too) from trying to learn the new dances and having all the fuss before the events.
And so. We hope that's what will happen from now on. Maybe.
I have new worry on the horizon. I hope it goes away.
Yujiro said yesterday that he's been having a lot of headaches recently. Never does. Now he has almost every day.
Of course I told him to go and get it checked out. But he's a guy. They are probably worse than women at pushing this stuff away.
Now my dramas in England are over. Now MY body is getting back on track. We absolutely don't need HIM to be sick. No way.
* oh...and in England a rich man gave his live-in girlfriend an engagement ring from his mother's unhappy marriage. And I have to help pay for their wedding. Don't need THAT either!