cut and torn paper / woodabout 8 1/4" x 5 3/4" private collection
There's nothing quite so rejuvenating as sharing a joke, laugh or punchline with our friends. It really is the best therapy I know. Mix in a decent, full-size cup of coffee and I'm set to jump back into the grind (pun not intended...but I did smirk when I noticed it). Of course, not all of us can carry our support group around with us wherever we go. Nor would we want to. I'm betting that this bunch can get pretty rowdy. They just have that look about them.
Incidentally, my one, big, current pet-peeve about Japan is teensy-tiny half-full cups of coffee. When I order coffee, I want a mug. A real mug. A mug that puts a person in jeopardy of a broken wrist if they lift it wrong. Not an espresso cup that's only filled half-way up. Especially if I'm paying ¥600 (about 6 bucks) for it. Back in the US, I almost never went to any of the big chain coffee shops. I was always lucky enough to find a local place with great coffee, and usually for about a buck. Here, I am reduced to Starbucks. Ah well, I shouldn't complain. I've seen coffee run higher than $10 a cup here. Like during the great Blue Mountain scandals of the early 1990's. Now that was good for a laugh!