Monday

I counted 42 passengers yesterday in the front car, heading downtown on the streetcar. Of those 42 passengers, 35 were on their screens. I’m not judging them for this ratio, it was just something I noted since it is a rather long ride, especially when you have two impatient young people accompanying you. There are 25 stops between ours and our usual destination and after each one, they subtract and confirm their answer with you, interrupting the essay I was reading in Jia Tolentino’s new book, Trick Mirror. Next to me, a woman whose silver roots overpowered her black tips…

Tuesday

Behind me, on top of my bookshelf, the enormous beetle we bought for the kids is buzzing in its plastic case. It is not a usual kabuto mushi but a pair of atlas beetles we got on the cheap at the pet store. They are very fond of burying then digging out the log in their case, a noisy procedure that disturbs my dreams. I met with my son’s juku instructor yesterday and was told that I need to pay 2000 bucks for him to attend a million lessons over the summer break. I politely hemmed and hawed and then…

Saturday

I just smashed a roach and when I went back to collect its corpse, there was nothing there. Its guts were outside of its body so where could it have gone? The violence of its death is not something I wanted to engage with at 5 am but it was big and undeterred by vinegar spray. Did it slide under the door? Will I have to see it dragging itself down the linoleum hallway? Last night, after our very long work week, we went to the downtown foreigner pub. It was really quiet when we arrived at 6:30, five English…