Sean is a homebody. We have a few small people who have taken after him in that trait. I am the complete opposite of a homebody and we have a few small people that take after me in that trait. Every weekend is a bit of a battle of wills. Over the years, I've figured out if I suggest a day trip that's completely ridiculous, I can get him to agree to other slightly less ridiculous places. Today, I wasn't at the top of my game. I had a place I really wanted to go, but he caught me off guard and I spit out, "Showa Park."
I already went there this week. I even have plans to go back next week. I knew the leaves hadn't changed yet, but I couldn't reel it back in once he'd already said, "Hm. Okay." So off we went. The stinking (literally) leaves are still mostly green, but I got a few keepers and we got the bonus of feeling like movie stars/a freak show as so many people eyeballed our crowd of children.
Boy, what a difference a year makes.
As we were leaving the park, I noticed an older fella up ahead of us on the path. He was shuckin' and jivin' a bit and it seemed odd. I was about to say aloud, "Why is that old man dancing?" He kind of jerked backwards several steps before going completely stiff and slamming to the ground. The sound of his head hitting concrete is something I wish I could un-hear. True to their culture, no one freaked out. Only one family cautiously walked up to him as we rushed to his side. A small crowd soon gathered as the silly white man tried to communicate with the unconscious old Japanese fella. Thank GOD the one Japanese lady who had stopped understood enough of what Sean was saying that they could help him.
They got an ambulance en route. Sean was making sure he was breathing and had a pulse. He was holding pressure to his head wound. About that time a Romanian(??) guy came running up speaking a heavily accented English and Japanese. Turns out, he used to work on an ambulance. Between the three of them, the got the guy to tell him his name(Ohashi san), but he was in bad, bad shape. The ambulance got there in probably five minutes. At that point, we were kind of in the way. Sean lost his sun glasses in the chaos and quietly asked the Romanian if he'd seen them. One of the Showa Park workers overheard and it suddenly became top priority to find Sean's sunglasses. Despite the, "Mondainaidesu (it's okay, it's okay)," over and over again, Mr. Ohashi played second fiddle to finding those sun glasses.
They were located quickly and, thankfully, Mr. Ohashi didn't die while they were searching. One of the medics had tucked them in with the patients belongings thinking they were his. Then it was all over and we walked away with zero closure. I'm so sad he was there all alone. I hope he has a family to go home to to take care of him. I hope his melon was okay. I hope it was just a fall and not a heart attack or stroke. Sean made sure to calm my fears (nope) by telling me all about what could've been wrong with the man. :(
A few more shots to compare last year with this year.
Felix and Simon have been going to the gym 4 days a week with Sean. Buncha beef cakes.
And one of the sleepy princess. She was such a trooper. I kept pulling her from the warm cocoon of her stroller for pictures. She wasn't a huge fan of that, but still gave me a few apathetic stares into the lens. I'll take it, Kid!