Both fortunately and un, Whit was bequeathed a fair number of belongings from the Jets who lived there before her. Including a light coating of grime and pungency which were the gift of her most recent (definitively bachelored) predecessor. So on her day off on Monday, she chose to spend a fair part of the day cleaning / inventorying. While the cleaning went well aroma still lingered in the kitchen and she immediately thought of some incense she had seen earlier. Never having used incense before she took out the holder, the sticks, and the entirely Japanese instructions. It did however have pictures, and it all seemed pretty straight forward:
hold away from face, light the end with a match, and what could only be magical Japanesey starry smell will come out from it.
Needless to say this scenario ended with Whitney, grimy from her day of cleaning, standing in the middle of her Kitchenette . . . holding a sparkler. Ah, the entertaining joys of language barriers :).
That's all for this week. I promise a real post next week from me if Whit is still offline. For now, thanks for reading, and don't forget to feed the fish!
DW
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