My son laid a fart.
"He broke wind!", thought his mother.
My son seems having a think of something.
Son: "Mom"
Mother: "... (Here he goes)"
Son: "How come farts go somewhere?"
Mother: "What?"
Son: "How come farts disappear?"
But, from the beginning, we cannot see farts.

Mother: "Have you ever seen them farts? I haven't seen them though."
Son: "Because when we eat sweet potatoes, we lay a poot! You know it!"

Right!
Sound also exists.
There is no boundary between existing and no-existing, or visible and invisible.
I get it!

Nonetheless, poot...

Son: "What's the difference between Kappa and frogs?"
(Kappa is a legendary creature in Japan)
Mother: "..."
Son: "You know?"
Mother: "Kappa can stand up on its feet."
Son: "... Yeah."
Mother: "Frogs jump."
Son: "..."
Mother: "...(Is that alright?)"
Son: "You're right! They're different!"

Is it really alright explaining like this?
Tell me somebody!

I interviewed with Mr. Yamaori Tetsuo.
Yamaori-san's talk slides into my heart.
It's because his speech is coherent, avoiding difficult expressions.
I got the same impression when I met the late Mr. Kawai Hayao.
Something inspires me when I talk with great persons.
It's something creative or courageous.
Yamaori-san goes to bed at 9 p.m. and gets up at 3.
I guess it's a good idea to think of something before dawn because it avoids disjointed thoughts.
I like to shift my life to such a style!

Naomi-chan worked for "Suzaku" as a chief of the catering team.
Though she was a student of art college, she cooked for the staff of nearly 30 members.
Then the average age of the staff was 28.
Amazing!
Naomi-chan cooked lunch for us. Raising two kids, Naomi-chan only has a small amount of time for her own free time, till she goes pick up her kids.
Thank you for your precious time.
Besides, it's such a wonderful thing that Naomi-chan makes films.
It's not easy at all to manage to work as an auteur and mother.
Naomi was unbelievably great catering staff for "Suzaku."
She was as an assistant director and in charge of music for "Hotaru" as well.
At that time, we were all worn-out but highly ambitious...
We live in the present, holding those past memories as our treasure.
Naomi's lunch was so wonderful.
So grateful.

Mother, back to the kitchen!
And involved in cooking dumplings in the weekend.
My son doesn't like mixing Chinese leeks into ground meet, but his mother doesn't like seeing the color of meat-only dumplings.
What is worse, my son only eats the crusts of dumplings, so that his mom has to eat the fillings.
It's unreasonable but children have the upper hand in this kind of situations.
In the end, mother has to eat the dull, non-leek-in meat.
Nooo...

There is a bowling center in Nara I used to play in my young days.
The name is Asuka Bowl.
It's the building with a huge palm statue in bronze you can see from the Kintetsu trains.
Last weekend, I took my son to this reminiscent place...
It was quite impressive that nothing has changed!
And it also reminded me of my faint love.
My first crush was a neighborhood man some years older than me who worked part-time at the Asuka Bowl.
I was just a young teenager at that time. Mitsuki will reach the same year in ten years.
It might be better to save one's memories in one's mind, don't you think?
If all our wishes make true, they would not bring us happiness.
If we keep hoping them, they would bring us affection...
I've just remembered such a feeling.

Getting up this morning, my son told me to become a pro bowler.

We had the premiere of "Seven Nights" at Cinema Rise, on top of Spain-Zaka.

The leading actress Ms. Kyoko Hasegawa announcing her marriage, all the mass media got together and made a big fuss!
At the back stage, we enjoyed having girl talk.

I got back to Kansai, traveling through Shibuya, Shinjuku, and Kawasaki.
I'm home.

I gotta be a good mother this month.

At the age 4, he got chickenpox.
My sharp hunch as a mother found a tiny spot in his face,
And I took him to the hospital right away, so it wasn't a big problem...
What could have happened if his daddy got infected?
What if he becomes a cripple?

Anyway, the daytime enjoying with mommy in a while.
We made five-tier pancake.

Dropping thick maple syrup on it, it makes us warm and happy.
Because of the fever, Mitsuki looks dazed.

Yearning for the Guri and Gura's pancake...
It's totally different though.

Dear All in Kansai area
I will debut as a DJ.

It's one hour from 23:00 every Sunday at α Station.
Please don't miss it!
I will be a guest DJ of the Monthly Colors in November, so I don't know if I can DJ afterwards...

I'd rather take care of questions about love though...