tricksy, tricksy

Well, after the first "official" day of spring on Thursday (when the winds switch from icy to warm here in Tokyo), I feel a bit betrayed to wake up to snow this morning. I think it has something to do with coming from British Columbia - I really do think of February as "spring". It isn't really, not any where else in Canada, or anywhere in Japan, either - apparently.

Sam seems to be over the snow thing as well. It seems that twice in a winter is plenty for him - although maybe it would be better appreciated if this weren't already a day off for him (what's the point of snow if you don't get a snow day?). He was up at 5:30 this morning anyway, he has a buddy sleeping over and they clearly don't want to waste any time sleeping when they could be wreaking havoc.

I'm starting to think I've been here too long, as the funky fashions here are starting to appeal to me. I no longer stare into the shop windows with incredulity (well, ok, I do sometimes). I have switched to occasional admiration - which may be the first step to finding things wearable. Or perhaps it just means that my ability to view fashion as art is becoming better developed. I'm still not walking pigeon-toed or wearing really pointy shoes, so I haven't yet been assimilated. But resistance may, in fact, be futile.