After not snowboarding for two days, I feel more or less like a ninety-year-old man with advanced arthritis, but I swear it was worth it. I am still amazed that I managed to come out of the experience with no injuries, as I was more or less expecting to come back to Hiroshima with at least one of my internal organs impacted all over a slope and a couple of limbs cheerfully decorating trees near the courses. Barring that, I at least expected to be mauled a little by a passing bear and maybe taken back to a cave of hungry little ones for a tour around the place, some light conversation, and being eaten alive.
Unfortunately I didn't get to take too many pictures, as I was a little wary of carrying my camera while falling all over the place, so I mostly just snapped some pictures of the hotel and the ski area around it.
Today involved very little more than lazy around, but I did actually pick up a little studying for the first time in maybe two months or so, only to find that I'd already forgotten all too many of the words and characters I had been studying when I stopped in December. Similarly, I keep meaning to pick up classical Japanese studying again, but I'm afraid that I've pretty much forgotten all the incredibly complex grammar forms in that language, so I am fairly reluctant to face the disappointment and frustration of starting from zero again. Nonetheless, if I want to get a doctorate in this, I suppose it would be worth my while to learn it again. The moral of the very boring story: don't ever trade your brain for a brace of young moose, even if you think they will be necessary to carry out your plans to invade Canada.
And now, to sleep!
- Gyaa! I'm give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
730-0803
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