The Plan

My sister kept saying "I want to have a dog". Though my mother was against it. She likes dogs but she doesn't want to take care of it. My father loves dogs but he couldn't agree with my sister because he wants to maintain a good relationship between him and his wife, my mother. My sister asked me "Do you have any idea how to make my mother agree?". I came up with a good idea. The idea was that we give my father a dog as his birthday gift. If the dog is for my father, then my mother will have to agree. Then my father will be happy. Fortunately my father's birthday will come soon. We elaborated the plan. We will go out for dinner on my father's birthday. The plan was after my father and mother leave the house. Secretly either my sister or I will bring the dog into the house and then head to the restaurant. We will enjoy our father's birthday dinner, and we get home the dog will welcome my father and mother. I hope the plan will succeed.

The unknown restaurant

I extremely wanted to eat Indian curry. I thought of going to a curry restaurant. There is an indian restaurant nearby my house. Some curry samples were displayed in the entrance. This restaurant is in the basement. Therefore I couldn't see the inside from outside. I can't judge whether if there were customers or not. The menu board is strange. I knew there were people distributing handbills in front of the restaurant at dinner time. It was difficult to go to an unknown restaurant. Although I was craving for Indian curry. I planned on eating a curry at the restaurant for lunch. When I stood in front of the entrance, Indian waiters welcomed me. He spoke Japanese very well. There were a few groups eating there. I ordered chicken curry and nan with drink and salad. After 5 minutes I was surprised to see my curry set. The nan was the same size as my face. The curry came in a big portion. The taste was delicious. I discovered a good restaurant.

Seiza

I attended a funeral. There was one big problem. We had to sit the "Seiza" style which was a Japanese sitting style. We had to sit on the floor legs folded. At funerals I always sit on a chair but this time I have to sit on the Tatami floor. The funeral was conducted by a Buadhist priest who recited the Sutra. The funeral had started right when Buadhist priest arrived. After 30 minutes my legs had gone to sleep, but the Buadhist priest wasn't finished yet. After another 15 minutes I had pain in my legs. In total, the Buadhist priest was reciting for 1 whole hour. When he finished his work I was released from my pain. I thought it would take time for me to stand up, but in fact I was able to stand up normally. My sister, my uncle and my cousin who were sitting around we also suffered from their pain in the legs.