My House is a Very, Very, Very Fine House.
The sports weekend wasn't a total loss, for I got to reacquaint myself with a co-worker who is currently on maternity leave. Between 2 basketball matches, we drove out to the sticks of Rifu (and Rifu is already pretty stick-y) to pick up her daughter from her parents home. They have a beautiful traditional home in the center of farm country at the foot of a mini-mountain, with a vegetable garden, rabbits and a peaceful surrounding. Of the over 6 1/2 years I've lived here, I had never set foot inside a house (plenty of apartments and "mansions", but no houses.) Lots of quaint furnishings, paintings, sliding doors etc. All the stuff you see in the movies. They have several 8-12 Goza mat rooms (rooms are measured in Tatami mats, about 3'X 6'), a Kotatsu table (a kotatsu features a heater in the center and a removable reversible top is placed over a blanket to contain the heat.) and a lovely Bhuddist shrine set up, with bowls of fruit (sacrificial?) and other accoutrements.
Nice home and a cute, noise-free baby, what more could one ask for?