Not sure what to name this post.
In Japan, you're hospitalized for a week after giving birth. I still remember one of my last days when I gave birth to my first girl, I had a craving for good ol' spaghetti. Recently, I found a photo when I was a girl myself, stuffing my face with it...why was I eating with a spoon?
I was overjoyed the day spaghetti was served in the maternity ward! We were getting rice three times a day until then.
That day's spaghetti was the usual tomato-sauce-based one eaten with a fork and with a side of soup; but since then I've gotten used to seeing it with clams or mixed with fermented soy beans and raw eggs and accompanied by miso soup using bean curd and seaweed, eaten with chopsticks.
These foods sound delicious to me now, but they wouldn't have to that little girl in the black and white photos.
Had I been chuckling out loud? I felt thirsty all of a sudden and stood up to get something to drink. But when I slid open the door to the hallway to go to the kitchen, I scared--almost stepped on--a gecko, who must've come to listen to me. Leaving his twitching tail behind, it ran away.
People may think I'm wacko, but I think geckos are adorable, and I wouldn't harm them for the world. I was a little saddened that it felt it had to hurt itself to get away.
Most geckos don't come out in the open and let humans see them. But a few days later, one did. Maybe it's wistful thinking, or imagination, but I think it's the same feller who came back to reassure me his tail had grown back!
I STILL can't think of a name for this post. Something about a spaghetti tail? No. Something about leaving behind your pride--which you don't really need--in order to live? That's kinda corny, besides, that still says nothing about spaghetti... Can't think of anything good.
"You're thinking too hard;" seemed to come from the gecko; "keep it simple." This was his suggestion.
