Did everyone have a good day? I did. It was even busy at the dive shop which is very unusual these days. I hear we're supposed to have a storm tomorrow. I hope it decides to go elsewhere. I'm ready to be done with big snowstorms for this winter.
February 25--Japanese School, Inro Cases. All children love small things, perhaps because they themselves are small in a big world. Sarah was no exception. She was enchanted by the six tiny boxes she found in Grandad's desk. Each one was smooth and painstakingly decorated and tied with a thin silk cord. Sarah touched them carefully one by one as she tried to make out the pictures on them. The boxes were black or gold with leaves or fruit, one had a church on it, and one had a scary man trapped behind gold bars. She leaned over to sniff them and thought they smelled spicy and minty and like a pine tree all at the same time. She was just about to untie one of the cords and look inside when the door opened and Grandad came in. He stood beside her with his hands on his hips and a frown-y smile on his face. "Sarah, what have you been up to?" he said. She was ashamed to be caught but curious. "I found these boxes, Grandad. Where did they come from?" He puffed out a big breath, then he lifted her up, sat in the desk chair, and settled her on his lap. He picked up the box with the man behind bars and slid what turned out to be a stack of tiny trays apart. "They're called Inro and Japanese men and women used to carry things in them because their clothes had no pockets." Sarah settled back on his chest and listened to his heart beat while he told her stories about the tiny Inro boxes.
I love the picture of the Inro. I want to touch them and see what's inside too. See you tomorrow night. If the weather's bad I may not make it to the poetry reading before writer's.
--Barbara
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