…while I ice the blasted ankle. Honestly…
So, yesterday got away from me. We had an early appointment with the accountant in re the necessities attending the formal shutting down of SRM, Publisher, Ltd. This meant that I had to throw away yesterday’s projected to-do list in favor of doing a whole buncha paperwork that had to be filed within 30 days of the last day of bidness, which was, um, March 31. A fun time was had by all, the paperwork is complete, and in the mail, and we shall speak of it no more.
I am still behind on email. Ox and I will deal with that over the course of the afternoon, since the sofa is no place to be compiling a short story collection. We’ll also be working on proposals and dipping into the newly-arrived research books: Geisha, Liza Dalby; and A Geisha’s Journey: My Life as a Kyoto Apprentice, Komono, with (lots and lots and lots) of photographs by Naoyuki Ogino.
Money quote from the latter: Maiko training begins by learning how to say “hello.” The trainee must greet the other person as an adult human being. She must be able to assess their position, and her own, and speak accordingly. Her demeanor–or as we say here in Kyoto, her motenashi–must be perfect at all times.
Number Ten Ox continues to be a joy to use, with the exception of the trackpad. I never did get the hang of trackpads, though I am trying with this one, which seems well-behaved. However, there may be a wireless mouse in my future.
Off now to answer email and try to stay out of trouble. While I’m gone, here — have an interview.