I try to always be on my best behavior because I know I can’t be anonymous anywhere here. There aren’t many foreigners in this town so I am recognizable. I’ve had people say to me things like “Where were you going the other day? I was on the bus and saw you walking on Eki Mai Dori.” I never know when someone will see me somewhere.
I’m not so careful about what I say. When Ted and I are out, I tend to say in English whatever I think because there is no one else around who can understand me. Not that I would say anything that shouldn’t be overheard, you understand……
It hasn’t snowed in a couple of days, so the street workers don’t have to be removing new snow all day long. Yesterday, I saw them making our street wider. The street we live on was barely wide enough for one car and over my head on both sides, like a skinny tunnel. To make the street wider, a machine shaves the snow from the side of the street and shoots it into a big dump truck, kind of like a big snow cone machine. A truck is filled in a very short amount of time and is replaced by another truck. (These pictures were taken from my kitchen window with the zoom).
I still don’t know where they take all the snow that is picked up. Last year someone told me it gets hauled and dumped near the railroad tracks, but I haven’t confirmed that.