I’ve had a bad cold the last few days — think I pushed myself a little too hard in Tokyo for an old guy — and enjoyed Tuesday and yesterday at home. (And in a bakery — my second home.) And then today, as I was trudging to school, I became aware of an eerie silence, a delicious feeling of calm. My pulse quickened but I told myself to hold my fantasies in check — and then I entered the school grounds to find the place deserted.
I texted Sophie: I’m at school but nobody else is.
Her reply came fast: Oh, Ian, I’m so sorry, I forgot to tell you! Today is a holiday!
That would explain the flags hanging in the streets.
I quickly forgave her; I’m used to being the last to know, but usually the outcome is far less positive. And let’s face it, a school devoid of students is every teacher’s dream come true. So I ambled on and found myself back in Yulha, hung out with the dragon- and damselflies a while till it got too hot, and here I am in a deserted cafe with a latte, a gelato, and Spielberg’s Lincoln downloaded onto my iPad.
This is turning into a great week, sickness notwithstanding.
So here’s a quick post, a counterpoint to the last one, which presented a pretty unsavoury (sorry) side of the praying mantis, one that (sorry again) might have left a bad taste in your mouth. Yesterday I went for a dawn stroll along the local road where my dogs used to live, and met a beautiful little critter out taking a morning walk of his/her own.
I think you’ll agree this is a far less malevolent side of the always-fascinating mantis:
The Beatles, I’ve Just Seen a Face, 1965:
Paul McCartney, I’ve Just Seen a Face, Unplugged, 1991:
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote