Mr. M is a delivery man, but he's not your typical delivery man. He is more like a comedian or an entertainer pretending to be a delivery man. I suspect that working as a delivery man is merely a disguise for him to get to know people he can entertain.
A couple days ago, he delivered a package and asked if we had "a few minutes to spare." Of course we did. Looking pleased, he went back to his little van and returned with a mysterious white plastic bag. He took out a sketchbook and two unused pencils from it and sharpened the pencils slowly. Tantalizingly slowly.
As our expectation was reaching its peak, he finally started drawing something, using his both hands simultaneously. The drawing turned out to be of a dragonfly which he saw that morning. He said the dragonfly was a messenger of an approaching autumn and added a "haiku" poem he'd just composed to the drawing.
A few deliveries back, Mr. M performed an impromptu one-man show in our garden, mimicking chirpings of several different birds. It was such a brilliant performance that it's a real pity the audience was just two of us.
Mr. M once said he was always trying to find new ways to entertain himself because he was single and had a lot of time to kill. When I heard it, the words "entertain himself" echoed in my mind. And I realized how poorly I've been entertaining myself all my life. I've always relied on such predictable and unimaginative ways as shopping, watching DVDs, or surfing the Net.
Mr. M may not have what many of us have but it seems to me that he is enjoying his life more. I think it's because he knows how to play by himself. If my husband and I are left alone in a deserted island, we couldn't enjoy the life there, thinking only about how to get out. But I'm pretty sure Mr. M would be totally happy and I admire him for that.
On the day of the harvest moon, which fell upon last Sunday this year, our town had two festivals to celebrate good harvests and pray for another bumper year. One was a tug-of-war that is held every six years in Toguchi, the central district of our town. And the other was a "honen-sai" harvest festival in Bise, an area known for its traditional streetscape. 
As a curtain raiser for the "o-tsunahiki" tug-of-war, a "michijune" dancing parade by Toguchi residents marched down the main street, amusing hundreds of spectators with adorable dances by children, elegant folk dances by colorfully-dressed women, and comic performances by men in weird costumes. 
The festival came to a climax with the tug-of-war which was fought between the east and west teams. A few minutes of heated battle ended in the victory of the west team, which locals believe to be a sign of a bountiful catch in the next fishing season. 
As the sun went down, we and many other town people moved north in droves for the honen festival in Bise. A staggering number of people came out to see it, packing a small square in front of an "ashagi" shrine, despite a threat of rain due to an approaching typhoon. All of the more than dozen performances, ranging from "Ryukyu" dances to "bo-jutsu" stick fighting to a "Kumi-odori" musical drama, were entirely by locals, most of whom were non-professionals and had been practicing for weeks for the big day. They were rewarded for their hard work. Shortly after a sudden rain shower which drove the crowd to temporarily take shelter under tents and trees, the moon emerged, a little hesitantly, from behind the dark, thick clouds, lighting up the happy faces of the audience who were enjoying the performances of their children, grandchildren, friends and relatives under the beautiful mantle of autumnal night.
