Show today is on TIGERS

At 2:30 p.m. SL time I'm directing a geisha show at Little Yoshiwara... The theme is TIGERS.

Kimono is modify...

The pink kimono is modify so I made the collar white. 2 new minarai to greet, Shanty Bookmite and Ina Spires...

Opened tea house - no one came inside

Evening time on Sunday so tried a tea house opening. First time open for a while. Winterstorm san dropped by but only chatted. When Jin san turned up they went off to do fighting training. My little sister HP chan was there waiting and Geisha Yoneyu was ready in case we had a flood of customers! Wishful thinking.

Freebie pink kimono

Freebieeeeeeeeeee. A new kimono this morning...

Show drew a tear...

The show on fthers was great. Super story from HP chan. Here is my performance:
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Konnichiwa Dear Patrons.
Our show theme today is Fathers,
so here are a few related haiku,
some old, some new, to enjoy.
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Oh, gracious father
take my hand, and lead me on
your trail of wisdom.
*
Ballgames, pro wrestling,
chatting while fishing the river
(Dad gave me his time).
*
Father’s day
teeth missing
from the pocket comb.
*
Piano practice
in the room above me
my father shouting.
*
Two lines in the water . . .
not a word between
father and son.
*
His vomit wiped up
my bowl of Wheaties
soggy now.
*
Prayers over
dad’s casket descends
through a maze of severed roots.
*
Father’s Day
she tells me
I’m not the father.
*
Putting on my socks -
that little grunt
dad always made.
*
Almost sunset
the weekend dad
drags a sled up the hill.
*
Old passport
the tug
of my father’s smile.
*
Sick in bed -
my son pelts the window
with snowballs.
*
Spring sun-
high in his arms
the newborn is shown.
*
First breath
after the caesarean
my son’s birth.
*
Opening day
in separate bleacher’s
the boy’s parents.
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Where is my Father?
Does he watch down over me now?
Do I make him proud?
*
Cold April morning --
the scent of
dad's old shirt.
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Praiseworthy hero
Like a candle in my mind
Blazing intensely
*
Dad is a hero
Keeps me unscathed from danger
Likeable and neat.
*
It's easy to see
The relationship between
My father and me.
*
He fills hearts with joy
Strong and wise and there for me
Always my idol.
*
His pure white silk shirt
A familiar fragrance
I never forget.
*
A friendly image
Glasses perched upon his nose
I love him so much.
*
His velvet black shoes
Touch the ground, softly, gently
Laces tied neatly.
*
I like to greet him
A smile stretched across my face
I wait by the door.
*
Loving and happy
The memories with him I'll
Cherish forever.
*
Some people's heroes
Are celebrities or stars
My hero's my Dad.
*
Looks like it's not always easy being a father!
Thank you for your kind attention…

All set for tomorrow's show

Have my haiku re fathers all set and edited my little sister's story. It's a heart wrencher...

Great show, low turn out

We put on a lovely show last night, pity only a few patrons turned up to watch. The Saturday show looks to be 3 of the same performers. Not sure what has happened to all the okiya sisters...
Here are the haiku from last night:
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I reach for you
empty arms return
the night is chill
*
I wake in dampness
stretching toward the light
struck dumb by the fog
*
Were I to leave shore
would the waves swallow me up
would I return in spring?
*
Dark clouds hovering
obscuring the sun’s hot rays
rain is sure to fall
*
Winter settles in
will the heat of summer
keep me warm
*
Where fires burn today
next year after the spring rain
morels will sprout
*
Bereft of their blooms
do the thorny rose bushes
grieve as much as I?
*
Would I were the crab
who so swiftly sheds his shell
when it hurts too much
*
Oh curious bug
climbing up the southern wall
don’t look down on me
*
Would I travel far
if I had six legs and wings
or would I stay home?
*
I wrestle with thoughts
that crack my resolve
autumn breezes pass
*
Weeding my garden
in the hot noon sun of July
I thirst for you love
*
Autumn clouds looming low
assuming fantastic shapes
if I could only fly
*
When the frost comes back
portending the coming snows
will I be patient
*
Those fleecy mountains
rising on the western ridge
my name called clearly
*
Was I someone bad
did I do some awful thing
cancer’s come to call
*
I seem to have learned
much about pain
this winter
*
Songs don’t sing themselves
they need many instruments
on many branches
*
Spring was foggy
why didn’t I know that
until winter came
*
The melons grow large now
we’d better make use of them
before winter comes
*
Trudging through the snow
as the red salmon swimming
against the current
*
Has my life become
like the hapless horseshoe
leaning against the pin
*
Yellow rose petals
lying in the shallow dish
along with some red
*
Laughter of the spring
will their joys be muffled
in the winter snow
*
Fiery august skies
raindrops quickly soak my clothes
my body shivers
*
Sultry august rain
tomatoes fatten themselves
roses push skyward
*
Will I find the words
to capture this autumn day
before winter comes?
*
My cucumbers hide
under their broad protective leaves
hot July sun
*
Fiery august sky
huge torrential drenching
clothes cling to my skin
*
Heavy my garments
quickly drenched my skin
cloudburst in august
*
Fiery tendrils
tree trunk shattered in twain
august strikes again
*
Steam rising from the bay
crabs lurking in the seaweed
July at the beach
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August at the beach
wisps of smoke floating, stinging
jellyfish rule the day
*
Thank you for your kind attention…