Today was apartment building grasspicking day. Four times a year - or three if the organizers are laudably low on initiative - the apartment building members gather to pick out the weeds in the garden. Picking the weeds is less important than being seen to pick the weeds. There are still plenty of weeds in the back corner but because noone was interested in taking on the mosquitos for very long, they remain intact to contribute to reducing the heat island effect for the rest of the summer.
At the end of the picking, there are drinks and snacks - what better reason could there be to drink beer at 10am than spending the morning grasspicking. It's always bothered me that that the "gunte" gloves are used once and thrown out - scandalously wasteful. I was commenting today to one of my neighbours that it was a great pity to waste them like that "mottainai".... she heartily agreed. In an inexplicable act of ecological self-righteousness / community mindedness I gathered them up to wash and bring back for the September grasspicking day....
I am not really sure that they meet Japanese specifications of whiteness... but I feel better than throwing them all out. We didn't have anywhere to hang them, so they're (much to Hiro's dismay) layed out infront of the window to dry.