Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a carpenter in Makubetsu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kiyokawa Street. I’m like, “Great, another day to build stuff.” But little did I know, today was gonna be a wild ride.
First off, I grab my tools and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Makubetsu, so you got the usual mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s peaceful, but then I hear this loud honking. Some dude in a tiny car is tryin’ to squeeze through a crowd. Like, c’mon man, it’s not a race! Chill out!
Anyway, I get to the job site, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wood everywhere, nails scattered like confetti. My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is already fuming. He’s like, “Where’s the plywood?!” I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But he’s not havin’ it. I swear, he could scare a bear away with that glare.
So, I’m tryin’ to focus, right? But then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps on my workbench. A freakin’ cat! I’m like, “What are you doin’ here, buddy?” It’s just chillin’, lookin’ at me like I’m the weird one. I shoo it away, but it just sits there, all sassy. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who knew a cat could be my new coworker?
Then, I get a call from my buddy, Hiro. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the festival at the park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But then he mentions food stalls. I’m suddenly interested. I mean, who can resist takoyaki, right? So, I tell Mr. Tanaka I’m takin’ a break. He’s not happy, but whatever. I need some fun!
I rush over to the park on Yamanaka Street. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blaring. I grab some takoyaki, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this little kid tryin’ to catch a goldfish. He’s so focused, it’s adorable. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”
But then, bam! A balloon pops right next to me. I jump like I just saw a ghost. Turns out, it’s just some kid’s balloon. I laugh it off, but my heart’s racin’. I’m a carpenter, not a balloon catcher!
After the festival, I head back to work. Mr. Tanaka’s still grumpy. He’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I was at a festival!” He rolls his eyes. Classic Tanaka.
As the day drags on, I’m hammering away, and I hit my thumb. Ouch! I let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. I’m dancin’ around, tryin’ to shake off the pain. It’s ridiculous. I’m a grown man, and I’m acting like a baby.
Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I head home, and the sunset over the mountains is stunning. I stop by the little convenience store on Shimizu Street. Grab a beer. I deserve it, right?
As I sit on my porch, drink in hand, I think about the day. It was chaotic, funny, and a bit painful. But that’s life in Makubetsu. Full of surprises, laughter, and a few bumps along the way. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.