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Adette Price Undercover Witch Chapter 25: Just when you think it’s over…

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It’s that time again. Time for a new installment of Adette and Karl. I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter. Check it out here!

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Post Office Fail (or how a tiny piece of paper managed to get lost in a distance just over twenty miles)

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Before I left Texas, there was one last piece of paperwork that I had to send off. It was my Certificate of Health form. I made a point of filling it out, copying it, and sending it off into the loving, careful arms of the U.S. Postal Service. Unfortunately, I did not realize that those arms were also greedy and randomly selfish. They decided to keep it. They must have found me interesting or…something.

My favorite part of all of this is the distance my poor little form had to travel. My former address actually was a Houston address though it was about twenty minutes away from downtown. The place is was going to was in downtown Houston. Apparently this distance is just too little to be bothered with by the postal service. Maybe if I’d tried to send it to somewhere far away like Alaska they’d have tried a little harder. Alas, it was not the case.

I did not discover that this was aproblem until about five thirty last Wednesday. I was up in Mt. Pleasant. This is two hours away from where I am currently staying. I don’t have any doctors in that area that I am familiar with, and, to make things worse, it was after office hours at most doctor’s offices. At the urging of Adam, my husband, I called an office recommended to me anyway. Surprisingly they were open, but they were booked until August. So…that wasn’t going to do me any good.

They did happily inform me that across the hall from their practice was an urgent care facility that only took walk ins. They opened at nine. If you’ve never been to a walk in clinic, you don’t know the time gamble you could be making. Either it’s a ghost town, or you end up waiting for hours on end. Knowing this I decided to exit the bachelorette party I was attending and partially throwing so that I could be home in time to sleep and only have to get up in order to run to the clinic.

Two hours and a lot of loudly sung Disney songs later, I managed to get back to a sort of home base for the evening. The sleeping part didn’t so much happen because of the bachelor party happening at the house.

Groggily, I got myself out of bed and dragged myself the ten minutes to the clinic. To my great relief there was no one waiting when I got there. Within minutes I was in and getting poked and prodded as is necessary of an exam. The one thing I was not looking forward too was my Tuberculosis test. I’d already gotten it done once, and I wasn’t looking forward to getting poked with another needle quite so soon.

Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows one thing about me. I do not like needles. The thought of any one person coming at me with a sharp piece of metal for the sole purpose of sticking it into my skin is not a pleasant one. I was willing to be calm only because the previous test I’d received was about as close to painless as can be achieved. Oh, and before I forget, the first thing she had to do was circle the test place with a large permanent black marker. A wonderful addition to someone who is going to be in a wedding the very next day.

I did not know that I had signed up to be poked by nurse ratchet. I told her that I was nervous around needles. Her terse response was to look at the wall. I did. I was expecting the gentle needle poke from before. Nope. Not even close. She jabbed the tiny needle into my arm first once then twice. Then she plunged the plunger as quickly as possible and yanked it out sucking skin and blood with it. I stared at the much larger hole in my arm than the last time. It didn’t just sort of bleed it bled. When I asked for some gauze, she laughed and simply replied, “Oh, man you’re a bleeder.” Thank you I was not aware that I was bleeding.

The rest of the physical was perfunctory and short. Except for when the doctor asked me why I’d ever move back to Michigan, there was nothing really interesting about it. I paid, got my paperwork later, and left. Thankfully I’m good at being aware during pictures. As of right now, there are no big black rings showing up in the pictures. Here it is below. It is extremely faded compared to how it used to be.

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The daruma doll

 

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For the last nine months there has been a funny little red blob of a doll watching over my classroom. He’s fat, he’s got a white painted face, good luck kanji, and only one eye. He looks just like this!

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This little, or in some cases large, doll is something that Japanese people traditionally buy when they have a goal or wish in mind. He is modeled after Bodhidarhma and he represents a determined spirit that never gets up. Legend says that Bodhidahrma sat so long in meditation that his arms and legs fell off. That’s where the traditional round weeble wobble shape comes from. You’d have to be pretty dedicated to sit long enough for your limbs to just fall off.

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Check out this awesome website all about daruma. You can buy one of your own here!

After they buy their daruma, they hold their doll, think of their wish, and then color in one eyed. Only one eye? Yes. That blank staring eye is there to remind you that you have something you’re working toward. Only when you achieve that goal, do you get to color it in. Then you need to put him somewhere out in the open where you can see him and he can see you. If you put him in a box somewhere forgotten, he’s not going to take you seriously.

That brings me to that quote nestled at the top of my post. In Japanese it would be pronounced Nana korobi naoki, or, to us, fall down seven times get up eight. This idea is represented by the round never fall over shape of the daruma. It reminds us that even when things get hard we need to keep trying.

What if I don’t achieve my goal Mrs. Emeigh? Hopefully someone theoretically just asked that question. If not, I’m answering anyway. Whether you get to color that eye in or not your daruma is going to suffer the same fate. The 16th and 17th of February is a traditional time for you take your daruma back to the shrine it came from to be burned. If you don’t know where it came from, you can take it to any shrine. If you don’t have a shrine, then you can just burn it yourself. This is a way of letting go of goals you didn’t achieve and accepting that you might need to work harder next time, or simply sending off some grateful energy if you did.

My own personal daruma is patiently waiting in a packing box for the end of July when he too can have a second eye. I do intend to let him out once in a while to let him breath. Now, Mrs. Emeigh, we already know you’re going to Japan. Why are you waiting until the end of July to give your daruma another eye?

Great question imaginary asker you are so very awesome. The reason I am going to wait until the end of July is that I won’t actually be getting to Japan until the end of July. Call me ancy, nervous, anal, cautious, or anything else you can think of. I don’t want to paint in that eye until my feet touch soil in Japan. When I get to Narita airport in Tokyo, I’ll be coloring it in and taking a gleeful picture of my triump.

Only 48 more days to go little dude til you get that new eye! At this point, we are going to conveniently forget that eventually he gets burned. Shh! He might be listenening!

The questions post…

Hopefully some of the students who said they were going to read my blog have actually come to find it. I’m looking at you Ricky! This is going to be place for those of you with questions to post them. Any questions you have about Japan please post below! I want to answer your questions!

Look a comment section. It’s so big and empty. Fill it!

If the questions require a short answer on my part, I’ll simply leave a reply. If it’s a more in depth project, I’ll probably do a blog post about it and yes Natalie I’ll make it short.

 

Going to Hiroshima!

As many of you reading this already know, I, Mrs. Emeigh, am moving to Japan at the end of the summer. For those of you who do not already know me, I am a former seventh grade writing teacher at Bondy Intermediate in Pasadena, TX.

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After a lifetime of dreaming and a year of stressing out, I have finally managed to get myself to Japan. I am going to be living in the Prefecture (state) of Hiroshima.

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Click me to find out more about Miyajima shrine!

Hiroshima features such awesome things as the Otorii gate which sits out in the water off the island of Itsukushima. It features some awesome things like tame deer, a five story pagoda, and a shrine that looks like it’s floating at high tide.

Hiroshima is also home to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. I’ve included a link to a video above if you want to find out some more. There is some great information and some great footage. I of course will be doing my own tour of the museum during my stay so please look for that.

There are a lot more things that I hope to share with you including my own writing. That’s right be looking forward to seeing pieces of Talented featured in the writing section of the blog. Comments are always welcome below!