tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229771691402494724.post6856513342537499493..comments2024-02-27T13:46:29.728+09:00Comments on A Nuttycellist's Monologue: Joining an ensemble in Tokyo with my wife.Shin JA1NUThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01887476281297960362noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229771691402494724.post-36074883288433511042014-12-07T11:17:12.756+09:002014-12-07T11:17:12.756+09:00It was not a humor. I missed the train at 0956. Th...It was not a humor. I missed the train at 0956. There was another one departing at 1002, which I should exchange one more time on the way. I waited for the other, which was supposed to leave at 1012. I was reading a newspaper on the same platform. No train came in the platform at that time. At the other platform, i found a train was leaving the station at that time. It was it. I finally took the train at 1032. That is the story! let's stay younger a bit for a while.<br /><br />Yes, you are right. Those who have had spouse throughout their lives are blessed. Schiller has written that in the poem Beethoven used in the 4th movement in his 9th symphony. Let's be good partners!<br /><br />See you soon.Shin JA1NUThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01887476281297960362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229771691402494724.post-36932998156949807742014-12-07T04:26:34.199+09:002014-12-07T04:26:34.199+09:00There is something about your writing style that d...There is something about your writing style that draws me, and probably other followers, into your thought process in such a way that we leave with a better understanding of our own. You begin your journey to the ensemble with a missed train. With a smile on my face, I recollect your story of waiting at the wrong hotel. I am waiting for more of your humor, However, out of nowhere, you end this story with a resurrection of a relationship with Chiaki and, regardless that it is different than in your youth, a recognition of just how valuable that relationship has been and will continue to be. As I write my comments, thinking of the mass of humanity around me, so few care of my existence, except for the one who has chosen to spend her life with me. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com