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August 3rd 0:02

Tonight I'm listening to Kitaro's "Silk Road"

I had decided to listen to Beethoven's "Moonlight" or Debussy's "Clair de Lune" on the full moon, but last night I listened to Sarah Brightman's "La Luna"

And tonight I'm in the mood for Kitaro's "Silk Road" instead of Miyamoto Koji's "The Sixteenth Night of the Moon".

Just like "Hometown", it brings a little tear to my eye.

The image shows the southern sky last night, August 3rd, around the time the date changed.

The August full moon

was rising right in front of me when I opened the window, right where my eyes met (!).

The same day and time was... the anniversary and time of my father's death.

Father 2002/8/3

Mother 2020/8/30

They are similar numbers. I'm sure they were destined to be together.

0:03

Maybe because of the wind

the clouds were moving quickly, and the scenery surrounding the moon changed rapidly.

This is the dragon god!

I thought, but... in a few seconds I had become a "snake".

In the middle of the night I went to my father's memorial tablet and said "Thank you".

There are many words before that " ", but

it's a "thank you" that already understands everything.

0:04

As I was saying that, the "snake"... turned into "anglerfish eyes".

Now.

There is a saying that people from the old days often say, "The sins of the parents are repaid to the children".

We should accumulate virtue for our future generations.

Doing bad things will bring misfortune to our descendants.

It's to warn us against that.

But...

The time axis doesn't move steadily and straight like it did in the old days.

I was put on a spiral of luck and the results started coming all at once.

Nowadays, instead of "rewarding the child," I think that the person who created the cause receives the result in his or her own life. Whether good or evil, the person himself or herself receives the result or fruit. At the window at night. The light of the full moon is shining on the power stone. I think this. Even if you are victimized by something that is called "evil," you don't have to retaliate or judge it yourself. Heaven (God) is watching closely. The more you hide, run away, and lie, Heaven will clarify the truth based on the facts. People can understand this, too. Our sensors for distinguishing good and evil have been honed with age. Heaven uses people to convey the answer. In cases where it is clear that good and evil are obvious, it would be best to leave it to Heaven, but for problems that are difficult to solve... I think Heaven "makes all humans think." And I'm sure He thinks this. "Now, gentlemen, what will you do with this difficult problem? I'll take a good look at it."

Ten... is more like Sherlock Holmes than Columbo.

Anyway.

This is a menu from a certain issue of Kayanoya's "Temahima Summer Edition".

I'm good at making menus like this, so I do it often.

I put the "age-doshi" I made yesterday

on chilled somen noodles for lunch and poured noodle sauce over them.

It's speed cooking that can be done in 5 minutes.

The faster, the cheaper, the easier, the better the dishes I use.

That's why I use black Oribe for natto and chilled tofu.

I use Royal Copenhagen for sandwiches I buy

I put instant noodles in a white porcelain bowl by an artist

I use Baccarat for chilled burdock tea.

I've started looking for accessories to end my life.

I gave the jeweled rings that no longer fit my fingers to my daughter and daughter-in-law,

and the designer ring (Ishikawa Nobuko) to a young and beautiful friend.

Next, I plan to give this brooch

to someone who I think would suit it.

It is a work by my friend (jewelry artist) Junko, who passed away five years ago

It uses cameos, pearls, gold, and diamonds.

I already have several of her works,

so I no longer have a use for this one.

If I find someone who would suit it (with a black turtleneck sweater, perhaps), I think they will make good use of it.

I will keep the work by my friend Junko, an artist who passed away in January, here forever.

Thank you