(written by Holly Lee) Sushi Grass in Paradise (a story)

(22) A Party In The Room

(22) A Party In The Room
It was pouring outside. Mrs. Bento always worries when it rains this hard. It is about the building, especially the second floor - the east facing room. The exterior bricks around the window have deteriorated so much that, when the rain is substantially heavy and wind exceptionally strong, water would seep through the cracks, trapped inside the dry wall causing it to swell. The sight is not pleasant.

(21) Flying to the Moon

(21) Flying to the Moon
Now that George and Wandy have twenty-three million to spend on building a photo museum, got Bento to assist lining up a team of so called professionals, nevertheless, after the team's initial meeting they arrival at some basic but crucial points, the core issues around building Photo Museum YTT. Like any other business, it requires planning. To establish a museum one needs to understand the legal and tax obligations that come with running the organization, which will mostly be a nonprofit one.

(20) Photo Museum YTT

(20) Photo Museum YTT
Unable to find an appropriate name for the museum, they resolve to use the originally idea of Photo Museum, but adding the acronym YTT, which stands for "Yesterday Today Tomorrow". This promptly gives the Museum a bit more character, plus covering pretty much of every period of photography.

Before tonight's dinner, Mr. Bento did spend some sleepless nights sculpting the photo museum advisory board.

(19) The Pockmarked Wife

(19) The Pockmarked Wife
A panoramic lake and city view. George and Wandy's apartment overlooks east, sweeping a wide, nearly 270 degrees to the south-west of Lake Ontario, which guarantees spectacular scenes of sunrise and sunset. They know what they've got - a million dollar view. But somehow, they still feel overwhelmed by the generous supply of natural light - banks of windows that practically embracing the flat from ceiling to floor, like a solarium not to exaggerate.

(18) A better handyman

(18)  A better handyman
Ginger was still wiping her sweat as she climbed out of bed. Still disturbed by the terrible dream and the fate of her parents, and within the next minute, she heard a scream. It was from her mother.

"The kitchen sink is leaking!" cried Mrs. Bento frantically.

(17) Ginger's Dream

(17) Ginger's Dream
Ginger's heart was still pounding when she woke from the dream - so real that she thought she was in another dream as she struggled to open her half-closed eyes. After sobering for a while, she took a good hard look to see if it was her bedroom, and tried to move her legs if they could touch the floor. Yes, it was no doubt the reality and the universe she inherited. Not a parallel universe and not another self she entered into.

(16) Grazing ground

(16) Grazing ground
It was still an Ice and Fire trip, though Mrs. Bento and Ginger missed visiting any volcanoes in Iceland for fire, and any glaciers for ice in the must see list. First of all, both of them are not really the outdoor type, they lacked suitable clothes and gear for a trip that called for adventure. And second, they only had a week there and stayed mostly in the capital city Reykjavik, where they had more than enough to do.

(15) Paprika Plains

(15) Paprika Plains
"Sorry Vio, I got cut off from this phone call selling me more speed and bandwidth which I DON'T NEED. Let us get back to Paprika Plains. If it's too long and boring, just quit anytime.

Even though Blue is her most successful and beloved record, don't get stuck there. In fact her work got more and more interesting in the seventies. Joni was adventurous, brave and lucky. She was a magnet, attracted and surrounded by other talented musicians - either she looked for them or they came to her. The hard-to-settle woman jumped from one lover to another, not just because of mutual attraction, but also for inspiration and challenge to move forward.

(14) A Letter to Vio

(14) A Letter to Vio

The letter came from papers tucked inside a sketch book in the upstairs library. It was addressing to Violet but now landed on the hands of Mrs. Bento, which are slightly rough, and smell faintly of laundry detergent.

Vio my dearest,

There are so many aspects of Joni Mitchell that I can introduce you to I hardly know where to begin.

(13) The Windfall: Good Fortune Bad Fortune

(13) The Windfall: Good Fortune Bad Fortune
Mr. Bento, "You're back. George and Wandy just left. Incredible news! They've won a lottery!" Mrs. Bento hardly has time to put her grocery down when Mr. Bento shoots her this unbelievable piece of information.

"Is that even possible? Getting cancer I can easily understand, but winning a lottery?" Mrs. Bento's eyes almost pop out as she speaks. Never in her life will she believe this would happen, no not to her, even her friends, or anyone around.

(12) George and Wandy

(12) George and Wandy
It is already early March. As one steps into the much anticipated March break, the weather in Toronto also starts to loosen its freezing grid. A succession of snowstorms created snow piles almost 2 meters tall on the roadsides of the city, and when the snow banks melt, one icy layer upon another, slushy puddles and minor flooding occur everywhere, making it difficult to get across from one street to another. Looking out from the eighteenth floor skyscraper window, there are just two zebra crossings from George and Wandy's condominium to Mr. Bento's home. That's why, on this Wednesday afternoon, when the sun finally breaks out, bright and high above, when the temperature is a good 8 degree celsius, when they have taken enough rest journeying back from their Winter home in Hong Kong, George and Wandy, Mr. Bento's long time friends, decide to drop by his place with their home-made banana walnut cake.

(11) A Dedicated Fan (or Two)

(11) A Dedicated Fan (or Two)
Mrs. Bento continued to read the Blue Journal, which she found MM's attachment to JM quite intriguing, and was wondering what would happen next.

"In fact, I did not forget Joni Mitchell completely after settling in Toronto. After all she is a national treasure (in the past I always thought she was American). I went to her concert (Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan) in Maple Leaf Gardens on October 29, 1998. I remember this so clearly just because I did some research on what I forgot. This one, together with the Ottawa concert, would be her last full performances in Canada.