Sunday night.
He'll be home tomorrow.
So I've almost completed another 10 days with Okaasan.
Been ok I guess. She came home late a few nights, so I ate without her. That helps break the monotony.
Last night she was home late - so I served up her food and left her alone in the kitchen eating KFC, salad and soup.
Today she stayed home and I got out to onsen and lunch with a woman I'd met via Trip Advisor website (I'm a so called Local Expert)...nice just to go out and chat to someone new in hot water and over food.
I came home mid afternoon with shopping and did my January accounts so they make some sense to the accountant when she comes later. Last year was SUCH a messed up year for me emotionally and physically that who knows what chaos lurks in the English School accounts. I was absent from classes so many times the tax office will probably hand me over a vast rebate and I can buy a yacht.
Tonight just easy dinner.
I woke up Okaasan from her snooze on the carpet and we sat down to reheated curry, veggies and pickles. I got mentioned "Otaru Winter Festival" and that set her off happily into 40 minutes of Yujiro Ishihara the movie star and his museum in Otaru and how-I-went-to-a-cooking-school-just near-his-Tokyo-house....on and on and on...10? 12? 15? times the same story...switching between the two. I just "ummed" and "ahhed" and let her scamper around on that hamster wheel while I moved stuff around my plate to stretch out the meal time.
BY the way!
Now THIS is important.
I have discovered a really, really good Japanese chocolate.
It's sweet, it's milky and Oh My GOD - it's got 3.7% alcohol in it!
If you are a chocaholic like me - you must go look for this tomorrow - or right now if there is a supermarket nearby.
EXCELLENT stuff. It's going to be my Chocolate of Choice for this Valentine Season.
Home life with an elderly Japanese lady (Okaasan) who has to live with a not-so-sweet foreign daughter-in-law (Oyomesan).
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
How short is short term memory?
Okaasan's short term memory is patchy.
But HOW it is patchy is fascinating. Well, it is to me anyway.
Yesterday 2 prime examples:
In the morning I poked my head into her room to give her "Goodmorning!" chat and hand her the newspaper. She had her mouth full of something and couldn't speak...just waved and chokingly giggled. But 20 minutes later when I was in the kitchen again, she came out to apologize and laugh. I was surprised that she'd remembered the incident - because sometimes of course I get 2 or 3 morning greetings as she has forgotten that she's already met me in the kitchen.
In the evening we sat after dinner having a big discussion about whether a bag of dried fish which was a year old and actually contained fish with mold-colonies growing on them could possibly be eaten. Yujiro called in the middle of that, so we both chatted to him on the phone a bit.
So 10 minutes later I started clearing the table and Okaasan picked up the bag of fish again....these are good for making stock...yes...but they are mouldy aren't they...MOULDY???!! Really?? These are mouldy???
So strange.
Why/How would she remember not being able to speak with her mouth full - but NOT remember a whole 10 minutes or more of chat about the fish and the stock and the mould and the Eat by Date?
Is it because the first example is something she is actively doing/not doing? And a slight embarrassment feeling attached? And the second is talking about something - although she was handling the fish and deciding which bits could still be used?
I really don't know. But it is interesting to see the Short Term Memory loss in action.
All ok here otherwise, although I feel I have no spare time really. I just get up and set about the day like a responsible adult - juggling the balls of Work/Cats/Okaasan/Shopping/Cooking/Uni Spaghetti's Problems with the Post Office.
Okaasan is getting out for afternoon walks and coming home just about on time...and she is even doing the washing up in the kitchen...sometimes.
I really do think that somehow she is "better"...more "alert" when it is just me caring for her. Maybe she feels she has to connect more and make an effort, whereas with Yujiro she can just be passive. Maybe all the little "softcare" things of my popping my head into her room and comments about the weather/cats/food/Tv are like oil in the grease of her brain? Yujiro (nice guy that he is) doesn't give her much incidental contact when he is here - mealtimes yes, but apart from that he leaves her alone in her room with the TV and bits of paper.
But in desperate attempts to keep her in a good mood give her little bits and pieces of chat during a day as I come and go. And of course, mealtimes with Okaasan and me are more full of Okaasan chatting because I get her onto a story and let her run with it. Seems to work.
Friday morning students were absent this week - so I grabbed the chance to ask a friend to go with me to the eye doctor locally - I STILL have a burst blood vessel in my left eye, and I think both eyes have yellowy whites. A month of bloody eyes can't be good.
Absolutely sure my Japanese doesn't stretch to eye care and disease...so Masae-san came with me. Actually she is part of a group locally of interpreters who do Medical Interpretation...so maybe good practice!
Thankfully, the jokiest doctor in Hokkaido told me that the blood is maybe cos I strained my body too much (snow clearing? boxes from England? heavy cat?) and the yellow hue is natural aging. Have some eyedrops and don't worry.
Relief. Don't need any more health problems.
Onwards into the weekend.
Have to input my January earnings into the tax software, have to sort out photographs from England....would like to maybe meet up with a woman I know thru a travel website. Need to call a friend or two.
Oh. And Okaasan.
And cats.
They came into our life exactly one year ago on the Bean Throwing Ceremony Day, Feb. 4th.
But HOW it is patchy is fascinating. Well, it is to me anyway.
Yesterday 2 prime examples:
In the morning I poked my head into her room to give her "Goodmorning!" chat and hand her the newspaper. She had her mouth full of something and couldn't speak...just waved and chokingly giggled. But 20 minutes later when I was in the kitchen again, she came out to apologize and laugh. I was surprised that she'd remembered the incident - because sometimes of course I get 2 or 3 morning greetings as she has forgotten that she's already met me in the kitchen.
In the evening we sat after dinner having a big discussion about whether a bag of dried fish which was a year old and actually contained fish with mold-colonies growing on them could possibly be eaten. Yujiro called in the middle of that, so we both chatted to him on the phone a bit.
So 10 minutes later I started clearing the table and Okaasan picked up the bag of fish again....these are good for making stock...yes...but they are mouldy aren't they...MOULDY???!! Really?? These are mouldy???
So strange.
Why/How would she remember not being able to speak with her mouth full - but NOT remember a whole 10 minutes or more of chat about the fish and the stock and the mould and the Eat by Date?
Is it because the first example is something she is actively doing/not doing? And a slight embarrassment feeling attached? And the second is talking about something - although she was handling the fish and deciding which bits could still be used?
I really don't know. But it is interesting to see the Short Term Memory loss in action.
All ok here otherwise, although I feel I have no spare time really. I just get up and set about the day like a responsible adult - juggling the balls of Work/Cats/Okaasan/Shopping/Cooking/Uni Spaghetti's Problems with the Post Office.
Okaasan is getting out for afternoon walks and coming home just about on time...and she is even doing the washing up in the kitchen...sometimes.
I really do think that somehow she is "better"...more "alert" when it is just me caring for her. Maybe she feels she has to connect more and make an effort, whereas with Yujiro she can just be passive. Maybe all the little "softcare" things of my popping my head into her room and comments about the weather/cats/food/Tv are like oil in the grease of her brain? Yujiro (nice guy that he is) doesn't give her much incidental contact when he is here - mealtimes yes, but apart from that he leaves her alone in her room with the TV and bits of paper.
But in desperate attempts to keep her in a good mood give her little bits and pieces of chat during a day as I come and go. And of course, mealtimes with Okaasan and me are more full of Okaasan chatting because I get her onto a story and let her run with it. Seems to work.
Friday morning students were absent this week - so I grabbed the chance to ask a friend to go with me to the eye doctor locally - I STILL have a burst blood vessel in my left eye, and I think both eyes have yellowy whites. A month of bloody eyes can't be good.
Absolutely sure my Japanese doesn't stretch to eye care and disease...so Masae-san came with me. Actually she is part of a group locally of interpreters who do Medical Interpretation...so maybe good practice!
Thankfully, the jokiest doctor in Hokkaido told me that the blood is maybe cos I strained my body too much (snow clearing? boxes from England? heavy cat?) and the yellow hue is natural aging. Have some eyedrops and don't worry.
Relief. Don't need any more health problems.
Onwards into the weekend.
Have to input my January earnings into the tax software, have to sort out photographs from England....would like to maybe meet up with a woman I know thru a travel website. Need to call a friend or two.
Oh. And Okaasan.
And cats.
They came into our life exactly one year ago on the Bean Throwing Ceremony Day, Feb. 4th.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
The BEST working day...ever!
And this was all work......
Hokkaido Experience is a company offering activity and experience tours in Hokkaido. A friend, who is a professional guide, asked me and other foreigners to "work" for the day helping the company make a promotional video and still pictures.
So we worked very, very hard.
And laughed a lot in the wonderful Hokkaido sunshine!
(sorry...THAT was why I was paid to be naked and eat....nothing more exciting that that!)
Okaasan good too - she went out for a walk and came home at 8 pm. So I managed to get into her room and take out armfuls of dirty underwear, I left her lunch in the kitchen and enjoyed a dinner without her...gave her dinner when she came home.
How much does Okaasan understand about her own condition? I've always wondered this. Late last night there was a program on TV about a man in the UK who had a brain tumor. Suddenly he couldn't remembering proposing to his girlfriend, he couldn't remember what he ate, why he was crying, where he was going, what day it was etc etc...
As I passed thru the kitchen to the bathroom I glanced into Okaasan's room and saw that she was watching this program.
What WAS she thinking? I would so love to know. Was she thinking: Oh my...that's just like me. I forget what I had for lunch, I forget so much recently too...or not? I think maybe not. She thinks she is healthy and ok, just a little forgetful sometimes...
But it was a strange sight: a person with declining short-term memory powers watching a TV program about a memory.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Saint Oyomesan
Sapporo disappearing in 20??? 30?? cm of snow today....
Amazing to see a city almost succumb.
The roads were horrendous, but I got around. Classes were sparsely populated - probably students (like me) were so knackered at all the snow clearing before breakfast they couldn't get anything up to come downtown and enjoy a foreign language.
Pity too about the morning class as I had printed out the nice letter from Mr. K's wife about how he had died last October and how he loved English. How he loved life really. His walking, his flying, his computer classes. But there were 8 students in the class and I shared the letter and we all spoke about Mr. K with affection.
Talking of affection.
I shoveled some out to Okaasan to keep her sane.
Sane Okaasan is a Happy Okaasan and Happy Okaasan is essential for all of us.
Anyone would get cabin fever with the snow poring down and she hasn't been out since Saturday.
Yesterday I came home and gave her melted, sticky rice cake as an afternoon snack.
Tonight I came home and suggested: Girl's Night Out to the local revolving sushi place.
She jumped for it.
Off the carpet, into some clothes, dragged a brush thru her hair....and out the door with me.
The last thing I really felt like doing was getting back in the car...but it was either that or stand in the kitchen cooking and then another 40 mins at the table chatting.
Revolving sushi is easy.
You can eat as soon as you sit down - hence no need to make conversation.
You can talk about the same bits of fish coming round and round: "What is that I wonder?"
The staff interact with you and give Okaasan a bit of chat.
It's all bright and you can see other customers, a lively atmosphere.
Success. Big time.
Almost had a mishap when Okaasan started to trap the waiter in hamster wheels of conversation about WHICH of the three fishy soups she wanted to order.
By the time he'd listed them she'd forgotten what the first one was. And by the time he'd described THAT in detail, she'd forgotten what the next one was.
I managed to break into the wheel after only three rounds -when the poor guy was looking a bit glassy-eyed - and I told Okaasan she'd love the FIRST fishy soup. She looked uncertain, but the guy grabbed the order and vanished thankfully.
Anyway. Oyomesan and Okaasan sat there eating sushi and chatting. All was well, we shared pickles, we rubbed elbows...and then we tottered back across the snowy wastes of the carpark and came home stuffed.
Tomorrow the weather may break finally and she can get out again.
And tomorrow?
Well, I'll leave that TILL tomorrow. I am going off to do the BEST Job In Japan!!!!!!
More tomorrow...ho ho ho....just you wait till you hear what JOB I am doing tomorrow. It involves cameras...nudity...and money....
That should get the site traffic UP on this blog.
;-))
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