Pam Webb

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Touchdown!


No, I’m not referring to January football action. Besides, I’m more of a soccer fan when it comes to fast action with people running around on a field with a ball.

This touchdown refers to being home once again after two plus weeks in Okinawa. Like what Dorothy said: “There’s no place like home.”

image: ABC News
extra: I saw a pair of these at the Smithsonian in Washington DC–there is a definite “ooh” factor

Granted, there were memorable highlights from my trip, the main one being my daughter-in-law’s doula and welcoming my grandson into the world. I even cut the umbilical cord.

Other highlights:

The ocean views. Being on an island means the ocean is a prominent part of the scenery. Having grown up in Seattle, and lived along Northern California’s coast, I am a fan of ocean views. What is especially thrilling is watching the sun rise out of the ocean because duh the sun would naturally rise out of the east. I’m used to the sun sinking, not rising, in the ocean being from the western side of the world. The sun leisurely ascending out of its watery rest, slowly rising as mound of fluorescent pink, (much like an egg yolk that’s sunnyside up), traveling upwards into the sky to hide behind the screen of clouds is an unforgettable moment.

Besides scenery, food is noteworthy.

The guard dogs are friendlier than they look

Eating lunch Yaki style involved grilling our meat at our table and being served a variety of side dishes delivered by:

Robbie or Roberta, our robot server

Another time I snuck away after our breakfast at a Hawaiian cafe to quickly explore a nearby beach:

I could easily spend more time at this beach park

Another highlight is being aware of the noticeable differences in culture. For one, cars are incredibly smaller. My 2005 Honda Civic would be considered to be a large vehicle.

considered a compact by
USA standards, my Honda
is practically in the luxury
model status in Okinawa
image: Wikipedia–small on the outside, yet surprisingly roomy on the inside

Cleanliness. Okinawa, Japan in general, is clean. Little, to no trash is evident, not because there is a surfeit of trash receptacles; it’s expected people deposit trash properly either at designated places like at the multitude of convenience stores or they take it home. Restrooms are clean and I am a definite fan of how the Japanese provide heated seats, with an option for waterfall sound effects.

image: daily mail
options, plenty of options

I also noticed an abundance of vending machines. They are found not only in front of stores, but in residential neighborhoods, even in unexpected places like seemingly abandoned lots:

Handy, I suppose…

I never saw anyone actually using these vending machines, causing me to wonder the viability of the goods.

Another cultural notable is clothing sizes. I needed to pick up a couple of warmer shirts and some leisure pants. My son took me to the local mall (that’s a post in itself) and I ended up buying extra large in size. I am a petite 5’3 and I felt hefty after trying on the available small.

Women’s Clothing Sizes: Japanese vs. Western

Japan35791113151719
U.S.002 – 44 – 6810121416
U.K.468101214161820
Italy363840424446485052
France323436384042444648
N. Europe303234363840424446
image: plaza homes (I should have consulted this article first

Cars are both tiny and in excellent condition. Unfortunately, Okinawa, for a small island, has a big vehicle problem. A combination of local commuters and military influence creates a snarl of traffic that turns what should be a 20 minute drive into 90 stop and go. Reminds me of Seattle’s 405.

not much of a difference is there?–except for the car size

One other aspect that I couldn’t ignore is how businesses insert random American words into their store names. Perhaps that is supposed to project an international appeal. A neighborhood store advertised itself as “Rolling Stone.” What it sold was a mystery.

I also discovered, after my suspicions were confirmed by my son, that the several hotels clustered together around the bend were indeed as they sounded:

Not exactly subtle
Yes, it seems to do brisk business

It was explained to me that Japanese children usually live with their parents until they marry at around 25. To get some privacy couples will book a room at one of the numerous establishments by the hour or for a longer stay. Christmas in Japan is celebrated more as a romantic getaway time with couples booking stays at resorts enjoying the festive lights and decorations.

While I appreciate my time with my son and his family, and aspects of the Japanese culture, I am a product of the USA and I am glad to be home. However, I really do miss those heated seats, especially at 3 am. Inland Northwest nights are unforgiving in that regard.

Bargain Bin Book Bonazas


At a local warehouse clothing sale I unexpectedly found a tier of gift books.  At a couple of dollars a piece I grabbed up a few.  It proved a difficult choice as they ranged from the secret lives of cats to how to dress cool instead of never cool (I kid you not).  There were also cutesy books like how to enjoy incense and candles.  I passed on those.  A match is all I need to understand those two.  Okay, maybe there are a couple of things I could learn, but when I came across these I couldn’t resist:

1. The Gregg Reference Manual (ninth edition) by William A. Sabin
Of course I already have my Strunk and White, How to Not Write Bad, and various college textbooks sitting on my shelf, yet who can resist a grammar handboook. I can’t. And because I don’t need it I decide to give it to my youngest progeny who admittedly wants to get his there, its, and yours figured out once and for all.

2. Leadership Courage by David Cottrell and Eric Harvey
Definitely a gift book for the youngest because he is into building up a business and is always talking about all these amazing leadership books he’s reading, so he most certainly needs another one.

3. Shakespeare’s Sonnets by William Shakespeare
For  the oldest son, I couldn’t pass up this slim volume of the Bard’s best.  I bought it because every young man who is looking for the perfect soul mate should have at least a couple of sonnets up his sleeve.  He received it graciously, if not warily. I  was amused to overhear him say the line, “Hey, I have a sonnet and I know how to use, so back off.”  I’m pretty sure he was kidding.  A loaded sonnet is nothing to mess with.  I have cautioned him on the power of verse.

4.  How to Say It Style Guide by Rosalie Maggio
Yes, another reference book. With two boyos in business they each need their handy dandy grammer guide.

 

 

Finding books on sale is always a bonus.  And being able to give them away is the best bonus.  Have any of you found any bin bonuses lately?

Oh, all images are from amazon.com.

Costco: Warehouse Candy for Book Boosters


Recently we gifted the youngest progeny with a Costco membership and instead of being thrilled with loading up on cheap eats, he headed for the book aisle, practically leaving a trail of slavering as he beelined over to the miles of titles.

“Mum, look at all these!” he gushed. Looking over from my own browsing I could see him transfixed by a display of author works, the ones with the fancy covers and decorative texts.  The librarian teacher that I am can only smile and hum like llama in my happiness.  It’s so wonderful to have hatched a reader amongst the brood.* Especially since he was a late bloomer in the reading arena.

While I prefer to keep my frequent flyer status at our local library, our youngest dreams of houseplans that include a generous library. “And, of course, I will have you come organize my collection, Mum.” Aah, these are retirement plans in the making.

*the other kiddos are readers too, how could they not be with an English teacher librarian for a Mum? However, this particular kiddo gets as excited about the whole sensory aspect of reading as I do. Is there a book geek gene?

Anyone else hit the book aisle first before launching out to fill their Costco cart? Even before snarfing the vendor snackies?

A Dollar for Your Thoughts…


Confession time.  *sotto whisper* I really like Dollar Stores.  There are different names for them, but they all amount to the same thing: cheap goods for cheap. I’m admitting my age, I know, when I say I grew up with a Woolworth store.  Oh my, how I reveled in the those aisles of little boxy displays of toys and delights.  It certainly was a sad, sad day when the Woolworth closed its doors.

However, my spirits lifted when  the dollar store concept arrived redressed and ready to go on the scene; my level of thrill skyrocketed due in part to nostalgia, but mostly due to my (Scottish roots?) of thrift.  Here are the top ten favorite buys at a dollar store:
1.  greeting cards–two for a dollar!
2.  toys–everything from magic tricks to fairy princess dress up essentials
3. gift bags–two for a dollar small to big bags just a buck
4. school supplies
5. decorating items–a bag of multi-colored glass marbles only 100 pennies (a yippee! find)
6. hair dibdabs–barrettes, bands, bobby pins
7. smell goods–candles, oils, incense
8. candy–oh don’t be a snob (just watch the expiration date)
9. kitchen gadgets
10.  serendipity finds-I bought a retro purple wool blazer among a shipment of very wrinkled clothing items [do I hear oohs and aahs in the background?]
And of course there is a book section.
 
However, I can’t help but feel only sadness, instead of glee, at finding great books at the embarrassing price of $1.00.  I would hate to be an author and find  [gasp] my book on the shelf.  I often check to see what titles are among the “finds.”  Some books I’ve never heard of, and some are not so unexpected (we all need an inexpensive version of Oliver Twist) But goodness gracious I didn’t expect to see a Thursday Next upon the shelf.  I consumed that series and have hungrily awaited the movie version to appear (hint hint).
Haven’t been to a dollar store lately?  Well, don’t miss out on these treasures:

Mousetraps at a dollar store

Mousetraps at a dollar store (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Typical Dollar Store, San Francisco

English: Typical Dollar Store, San Francisco (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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