...made a hair appointment for Okaasan for next week, so she'll be presentable when she debuts in the Folk Dance class next Friday, we shopped and cooked and cleaned..and Okaasan went out and came home on time (mostly)...she even remembered to tell us that the house owner came by to check the recent paint job.
Sapporo got yet another summer festival - but not much summer weather - and I made up a A4 paper about the festival location and date, with some pictures - left it on the kitchen table next to Okaasan's lunch , along with some money...but she didn't go.
Last year I took her to this festival, and Yujiro met us - but so terribly late (cos he got a late taxi customer), that really it was ME taking his mom to a crowded festival...which isn't much like family fun.
So I funked out this year and gave her the info in case she wanted to go herself.
But she didn't. Or maybe she did. Who knows.
And Okaasan fell again. On the front doorstep. No injuries, that we know of.
She was just coming home as we were heading out to a friend's dinner - so she walked up the steps to the front door while looking back at Yujiro in the parking area - and SPLAT! fell on her face on the, thankfully, slightly softer rubber mat.
No cut, no blood...but a shock for all of us.
Since then she remembers the fall sometimes: and then doesn't eat lunch/dinner. Or, she doesn't remember it at all: and wonders why we are asking her if she'd like to eat.
And she bought herself more Taiwan bananas...and ate them all in 24 hours.
And? That's about it.
And I was busy editing the Japanese documentary Ordinary Life - made by a Sapporo director called Taizo Yoshida. It's about the people of Fukushima and their lives after the horrors of last year.
A team of us are volunteering our translating and editing services to put English subtitles to the film so it can be shown in the US this summer. 14 translators, two editors....and a lot of women-hours (everyone is a woman!)...today we went to the director's home and edited the subtitles for hours...got interviewed by two local newspapers...and then the reporters sat down and had lunch with us...all wonderfully laidback.
Hard, exhausting work. But so worth it.
Can't imagine how tough it must have been for families in Fukushima with dementia-suffering family members - the endless stress and change of location. Some evacuees moved 5 or more times to different evacuation centers.
Anyway. That's what our ordinary life has been in the past few days.