We are going through a period of rather weird period of weather here right now. We've had a rather large typhoon pass through the north of us, and we seem to be stuck inside the long tail of it.

It's bought a little rain with it, but we've had a problem with the issuing of a weather warning. I believe it was issued way too early. Schools close when weather warnings are active, so we've had no school for 4 days now.

We've had wilder weather before with nothing, but this has just become ridiculous. The use of the warning system is indeed important, but the value we place on the system comes from it's use in the appropriate situation. Of which, I don't believe this week was required.

Or, I'm just getting old and jaded. :)

There are times when I feel like I'm not sure what I'm doing here. But these times are rare and luckily, I do not dwell on them that much.

I guess this is a sign that I'm certainly entering my middle age. At 42, I've done a fair amount and living in a foreign country for the last 15 years has certainly been a part of that. I've noticed that you go through waves of feelings from up to down, and waves of ability with things like language. Some days you can do and say anything with ease, while other days even the simplest of greeting is quite hard on the brain.

These waves seem to get longer and the dips shorter in duration as the time goes on, but they're still there. I'm hoping to surf my way out of this one soon.

Welcome to Spring. The time of year that I dread the most. I suffer pretty badly from hay fever, and as soon as the weather turns a little warmer it hits. I've decided to keep using medicine this year as a way to keep my daily life in some form of normality.

The funny thing is, I never suffered from hay fever at all as I was growing up in Australia. It was when I moved to Japan, and even then it was 9 months after I moved. I guess this is a side effect of not having been exposed to the kinds of dusts and pollen that exist here until I was well into my 20's.

So for now, I'll just put my head down and try and grin and bare it.

I worry about the state of the world. We all seem to think we are above the generations that have come before, and yet we seem to continue making the same mistakes. Admitting you were wrong and setting a process for making it right just seems like such a problem for most, and yet, it's that admission which allows up to grow and mature.

Imagine a world where differences are celebrated.
Just imaging it.