My mind is still all Japan, all the time, so I haven't really had much to say over here that would sound much different from what I've been saying about being crazy jazzed about going, making lots of plans/arrangements and sorting lots of thoughts/details and attempting to re-learn Japanese vocab/grammar that didn't come easy to me at 18 years old and sure as hell isn't coming any easier a few *cough* years later (though watching cheesy Japanese dramas online makes it way more fun than listening to tapes or whatever before the joy of the Interwebz - have a look, they have English subtitles!).
So that's what I've been up to.
While doing all of the above, some nights I get really into whatever I'm reading/studying/watching/considering to a point that I'm up late, well past Tom's bedtime. Last night was one of those nights. While I sat here minding my own business, all of the sudden, I heard the sound of water running through some pipes somewhere.
My first thought was that it was a neighbor in the building running water until I remembered that we live in a house now because our apartment neighbor was an asshat. I smiled, loving living in this house.
My next thought was that it was the ice maker, but then I remembered that we don't have one. Well, we do, but it isn't hooked up or doesn't work or something. In any case, water running in the freezer would mean something Very Bad and would require me mopping after midnight, which would have annoyed me. Glad it wasn't that.
The only other possibility was the hose outside, but that would mean that someone would have to be out there for some reason, and that would be really odd/scary somewhere in the 3:00AM hour.
I started getting kind of scared, wanting to wake Tom but not wanting to wake Tom.
As I walked into the kitchen I realized that the sound was from our new dishwasher, and I was even more perplexed. If Tom was asleep, then who in the hell had decided to run it (and would they consider helping out with some other chores while they were at it?)? Then I remembered seeing that button that allows you to set the dishwasher to run in 2 or 4 or 6 hours. At some point, exactly 2 or 4 or 6 hours prior, not sure which, someone had to have somehow bumped into this button. If they'd also accidentally added soap, it would have been genius. Instead, it just freaked me the hell out.
Perhaps it's actually a good thing that it's very unlikely that I'll have a dishwasher in Japan (I didn't last time 1995-1998 when 78% of folks didn't have one, and even now 71% still don't). While on the topic of reasons for water to flow in the home, I'd still love a sit down potty in Japan, though, instead of a squat toilet like last time, if it's in the cards. Just sayin'.