Soupy

This past week has been humid. I mean, really humid - like, when I go running in the morning it feels more like swimming, but without the refreshing coolness of swimming (just the moistness). The few neighbors who are out and about at that time in the a.m. look at me as some sort of masochist (and it probably reinforces their belief that there must be better ways to get exercise - tractor pulls being one of them). When I lived in Japan it got humid like this every summer. Tokyo especially had its particularly mushi atsui days - those kinds where despite the fact that you wore zori flip-flops, shorts and a t-shirt, it felt like you were wrapped up in a blanket (a very thick, wooley one). Just imagine having to walk to work and take the train on one of those days! One of the things I did like about summers in Japan were the fire works and the ice cream! When I lived in Kamata in Ota-ku there was an old fashioned ice cream called natsukashi ice. I wish I had some right now...