Haircut and Japanese Practice

I had a nap, complete with a weird dream about going the long way round a circular hotel. When I woke I remembered that I needed to go for a haircut (sidies too bushy). I tried to go on Wednesday, but Kom was busy and it was near closing. I arranged to go yesterday but forgot so today is the only time I can get a haircut before Tokyo.

I walked down, through the rice fields behind my house. Only a couple of months ago these fields were two metres deep in snow. Two weeks ago they were filled with water and became these massive, horizontal mirrors of teh landscape. Now they are each sprouting hundreds of young, green rice plants. It's amazing how quickly the landscape changes around here.

Had the same haircut as usual, along with the standard forty minutes of Japanese practice. I took my dictionary this time to look up the odd word and stop our conversation becoming mime. It's good practice. My listening is always better than my speaking but I'm gettign there bit by bit.

On the way back I walked past a yakiniku restaurant I noticed a few months ago. I've been too shy up til now, but I really should go in sometime and introduce myself to more of the neighbourhood.

So, what to do with an hour before evening class?