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T: There aren’t a lot of prime numbers in your 30s.
m: Yeah, 31… And 37?
T: 39. No, that’s 13.
m: That’s weird that the first number you think of is 13. Why not 3?
T: I have more experience putting 13 into 39.
m: …What? That sounds a little promiscuous.

m: look, look, i finally fixed it!
m: oops

I snagged these drills with the tool chest I picked up almost a month ago, but I didn’t have it in me to go scavenging for the proper-sized screws. I finally got sick of looking at my broken towel rack (it’s right in front of the toilet and reminded me of my laziness every day for over a year, I KNOW) so I grabbed the drills and bits and located some screws and fixed it up in about ten minutes.

I went out to the garage to put the drills back, and I was so preoccupied by my self-satisfied smugness that I knocked a hand saw onto my foot. This is pretty much me in a nutshell: I’m totally capable. Except when I’m totally not. And I take both facets of my personality very seriously. (I’m aiming for a 90/10 split.)

T: This weekend [for the baby shower], we are to bring a dog toy and a baby book.
m: a book for a baby or one of those books that document baby growth?
T: I guess it could be either. I was just going to bring Atlas Shrugged.
m: i would have gone with something a little less optimistic
T: Yes, but Nietzsche doesn’t do child books.
m: https://www.amazon.com/Nietzsche-Babies-Philosophy-Dr-Wilson/dp/0615201172
T: Wow.
m: and arguably, is the baby not a dog toy? i think we’re all set.

And now, nihilistic baby products are dominating my Amazon search results.

I went bouldering indoors in two different cities in Japan, and realized that it’s still quite a men’s sport, even more so than in the States. Shortly after I started warming up this morning, I heard a voice behind me exclaim, “すごい〜” (Wow!). I down-climbed to applause and once I got down, I turned around to see a small girl, maybe four, grinning at me. She saw my face and looked at me with curiosity, then narrowed her eyes before carefully saying, “…お姉さんなの?” (Are you a girl?). Her mom snapped, “ゆい!” (her name, in admonishment), but I smiled at her and replied in affirmation. Her eyes widened in wonder and I could practically see the gears turning in her head, “A girl! Climbing! To the top like the boys!”

She asked loudly in succession, “お姉さん何歳?” (How old are you?) and “結婚してるのぉ?” (Are you married?) much to her mom’s chagrin and I kept blowing her mind with a view of female adulthood rarely celebrated in Japan. Here was a 31 year old female, unmarried, living with a cat and a dog, still quite capably climbing routes that might as well have been V10s to her. It turns out that my voluntary barrenness doesn’t hinder my abilities. 

She followed me around for the next fifteen minutes, shouting “もっと見せて!” (Show me more!) and clapping as I sent routes. She shyly refused to climb until I coaxed her to climb a rainbow route before she had to leave and she clambered her way up, muttering something about not being very good. Midway, she stopped and said, “できない!” (I can’t), but with a little coaching, she found another foot and grabbed another hold. Her mom watched her daughter in awe as she climbed higher than she had ever climbed before.

When she got down, I told her, “クライミングに「できない」はないからね” (There’s no “can’t” in climbing) and we chatted about what it means to be “good,” something I wish I had heard when I was younger. As long as you have the persistence to practice and the courage to try, there is always a path to the top. I hope she remembers that as she grows up in a far more constrained society than the one I was blessed to grow up in and I hope her older sister who was much more inhibited and hanging back but still watching us, overheard snippets of my conversation with her little sister. Japan isn’t an easy place to grow up as a bold woman, but I know it can be done — I know of successful women in my lineage who refuse to bow to the superficial demands of femininity as deemed by the society they live in. I’m lucky to be surrounded in my everyday life by women who dare to do what makes their heart sing and march to the beat of their own drum, the one that resonates from deep within if we find the quietness to listen. I’m grateful to those who have mentored me and those who have shown me how to find peace by example and I’m excited to stand among them as teachers to the next generation, especially with my young niece just starting her journey.

On a relevant note, A and I saw an Engrish sign in Kyoto for a women’s clinic whose slogan was “for Female Fetus Family and Future” and I couldn’t agree more.

m: https://www.nps.gov/grsa/index.htm
     this looks amazing
T: That’s pretty cool
m: i want to go tear that shit up on my dirt bike.
     i feel like dirt biking has made me much less of a conservationist.
     do backpackers know how much faster you can hike the PCT if you replace “hike” with “motorized bike”?
T: No because they cannot fit their ideology on a dirt bike

C: https://sandiego.craigslist.org/ssd/fuo/5908777146.html
m: i want that
C: a polyamorous family????
m: that joke wasn’t really funny because you sent me a link for a bed frame
so there is nearly 0% chance of it being misunderstood in the way that you are joking that i might have misunderstood you
C: the subject of your reply could very well have been the bedframe itself
my follow up clarification implied that rather than wanting the bed frame itself, or a large bed frame, you may want a polyamorous family which the ad is not FOR, but is mentioned
I stand by my feigned need for clarification as being at least dad-level funny
m: you win this round because i have work to do.
GOOD BYE.

T: what are you up to tonight?
m: probably… talking to hayden… and having dinner with miu…
T: I am also free tonight
m: hey, i said i was having dinner with miu
     stop invalidating my plans!
T: im not, im just judging you