HomeOctober 25, 1997
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chocolate corn flakesWe crowded into the weekend dining room for a breakfast of chocolate corn flakes. We're out of the regular kind - also out of instant coffee. It would never occur to me to eat chocolate corn flakes but they were ok. I was hungry and cranky this morning after a full night of rain - still raining this morning - gray and dreary. I helped Joe move the laptop computer from the weekend dining room to his room so he could work on the database. This was no small task with the pouring rain and the fact that Joe hadn't saved his changes. Later in the afternoon I had to move Joe and the laptop again because his back hurt and he couldn't hit the space bar properly while sitting on the floor. I shut down the computer properly this time after saving his work. Moving Joe and the laptop twice in one day is a significant feat. I checked and organized dried specimens for a few hours before lunch. We moved Edith's soup, the dishes, and the chairs from the weekend dining room to the work room because the weekend dining room is so full of completed specimens there's no room to move, much less to sit down to lunch. Edith's soup was delicious despite a few "wrong" ingredients from the store (for example, radish instead of turnip). After lunch I pried the bright red fruits out of magnolia ovabata cones so we could soak them and extract the seeds. It took a long time. I had to dig some of them out with a bent nail - that traditional botanist's tool. Then on to processing more fresh specimens after a short break to stretch my legs. I walked almost all the way to the onion depot. I wonder where the onions go from there? I lost count of the number of vending machines between here and the onion depot.There are so many, selling everything from hot coffee to beer. Yesterday I even bought coffee milk! The official state beverage of Rhode Island, right here in Rokugo in a little glass bottle with a picture of a typical Hokkaido dairy farm on the label. Specimen processing until dinner. Ollie cooked a traditional Hungarian goulash. Delicious! Carol has brought her map back to our house and she's still working on it after dinner. Her idealized drawings of pine cones are arranged around the living room too. Somehow, the drawing looks even more tedious than prying the seeds out of the magnolia cones. It has gotten very cold since it stopped raining and the sun went down. I've been sitting in the living room writing postcards and trying to catch up with this journal. This pen is running out of ink and I don't have any refills. I'll have to see if the A-Coop down the street has refills - if they're open tomorrow, things in Rokugo have a tendency to be closed on weekends.
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