sushi

2 hours of stunningly humid practice. Only four of us so at least we had room. Gosoke was in a great mood, too. We ran through several different kata, and he actually interspersed some comments in between exclamations of our lack of talent and ability. He was also a mosquito-killing machine. He'd sit on there, thumbing away an email on his cell phone, watching us without looking at us (don't be fooled: he sees EVERYTHING) and fanning himself, when all of a sudden *WHAP* "Heh!" The bugs don't have a chance again him.
After practice Gosoke treated us to sushi for my birthday, and we talked about someday having enough money in the organization to get our own, permanent home dojo. Nothing big or fancy, just a place we could train 24-7. We'd invariably have a couple of live-in student-teachers, and maybe enough money on the side to pay the treasurer Yoshida-sensei for all the time she spends minding our books.