I am worried about America’s youth.
We are hosting two Japanese middle school students. They are 14 year-old boys. In their spare time, they do traditional calligraphy(they mix their own ink!) and fold amazingly intricate origami. When my son Lewis has spare time, he plays Halo3.
The Japanese students also play musical instruments, can speak English (kind of) and unfailingly carry their dishes to the sink after every meal. They also always flush the toilet.
Last night, these boys cooked a traditional Japanese meal for my family- udon noodles, scallions, seaweed and some other stuff that I couldn’t identify. It was delicious. If my son went to Japan, he would cook Pop Tarts for his host family. Yeah, I know – they’d probably love them.
Here, for the benefit of America’s youth, is a tutorial on how to fold an origami crane.
I must not have a life because I really look forward to the mail. But, for the past couple of days the contents of my mailbox have been totally disappointing. Not only were there no juicy letters with colorful stamps from faraway countries, but here was nothing. Just junk mail.
Yesterday's mail - all junk.
I complained to my mailman, Bob, about the quality of my mail. “I’ m not getting any thing good, Bob.” I said. “Maybe, the government could save money by delivering junk mail to my box only five days a week, instead of Monday through Saturday,” I suggested.
Bob bristled. “There is no such thing as junk mail,” he said.
UPDATE: My neighbor just knocked on the door. A piece of mail addressed to ME was accidentally delivered to her. It was an actual letter – with colorful stamps and an airmail envelope -from one of the Japanese students who are coming to stay with us in April. I wrote about our last year’s students (see the “Natto” entry) when I first started this blog. I can’t believe it’s been a year!