Life is wonderful and mysterious! Yesterday, we saw the video N. brought of the "Sports Day" at her elementary school 18 years ago. Here was tall, pretty, ten-year-old N., winning a race and laughing with her school mates. Later, we saw her feeding a mother bird from her balcony in Tokyo--then her sadness when it flew away with the babies.
Now, ten thousand miles and eighteen years away from that familiar neighborhood, N.'s husband and his parents are watching a child who never dreamed--as we never dreamed--of meeting an American teacher and becoming his wife.
I made a chocolate cake, but it came out horribly. Tastes good, but is both flat and misshapen. Pat, P., and N. assured me I could camouflage it with icing, but I think it's going to be horrible. Well, I'll try.
Got to Motor Vehicle in Northfield and P. passed the written test--after glancing at the book he had gotten only a few hours before. He got a learner's permit, but may not be here to take the road test.
After, we went to a pet store in Manahawkin, P. driving, then home where P. made a delicious meal--a kind of stew with mahi-mahi, tomatoes, other vegetables, and spices.
Got a web cam call from the Singapore side of the family and enjoyed seeing Vivian, Violet,and the rest of the crew. Vivian is getting a tad jealous of her little sister, but she'll get over it. She's used to her parents' undivided attention and can't understand the oohing and aahing over Violent.
Nice yesterday and I'm looking forward to the party today.