Please call me DOCTOR Takagi

TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR...

As of May 16th, 2008 at approximately 5 pm I am a doctor. It hasn't really sunk in yet. I haven't had to see any patients. I don't have my new long white coat with my name embroidered on it(med students where short white coats that extend to the upper thigh, but once you have the MD you where a long white coat that extends to the calf). I haven't been in any situations where someone asks with panic in their voice, "Is there a doctor in the house?" I haven't really introduced myself to anyone new necessitating the use of my new title. I let you know when I feel more doctor like.

Just the same, graduation was very nice. It was a relatively short ceremony -- lasting only 90 minutes or so. The talks were relevant and short. There were only 91 in my graduating class, so we walked across the stage pretty swiftly.

My parents and Kenta's mom got into town the night before. Kenta went to work like normal in the morning, and I went to work with my parents in returning my much loved vegetable garden back into sod - truly a tragedy. The afternoon came quickly. We showered and had some Thai food for lunch. Then we jumped on the shuttle bus and hit the road. Before I knew it, graduation was over, I was a doctor, I turned in my enormous graduation robes (I could have weighed an extra 200 lbs and not looked any different in my robes except for some extra chub around my face), puffy hat, and forest green hood, and took the shuttle bus home. It's strange to me that when it's your own life moment things move relatively quickly, but when you're attending someone else's life moment (graduation, baptism, wedding, performance, etc.) it drags on forever. Such is life.

Here's my name being called. The dean calling our names obviously didn't do much practicing of mine because instead of ta-ka-gi it came out ka-tan-ji. Very disappointing.

Receiving my diploma

Hooding

I felt like my puffy hat was falling off all day, so I bent my knees a bit in hope of avoiding the hood knocking the hat off. The ceiling at Eastman Theater -- gorgeous

Byron and Marilyn Dangerfield (my parents) with K&V

Dr. Alan Sears and family with Dr. Virginia Takagi and family (just Kenta)

Mr and Dr Takagi

As a side note, it has been my dream since I was 12 years old not only to be a doctor but to be the "Dr" of Mr and Dr , as opposed to seeing my parents get things in the mail addressed to Dr and Mrs. I always wanted to be the doctor of the couple. I suppose I could deal with Dr and Dr, but Mr and Mrs was not and is not for me. I have never liked the title of Mrs, and I have avoided it whenever possible. Now, I can comfortably avoid it for the rest of my life. Just that makes the $175,000 of student loans worth it -- almost. :)

Our Cruise to Baja

From May 3- May 8 Kenta and I joined my younger sister Rachel and her new husband Vince on a cruise from San Diego to Ensenada and Cabo San Lucas. We had a fantastic time. I'll let the pictures tell the story.

I'm sorry for the discontinuity of the pictures. For some reason blogspot won't let me change the order of them at all.

A whale of a tale...

Rachel and Virginia

Shopping in Ensenada

Snorkeling off of Cabo

(Kenta opted to be the photographer instead of swim)

A colony of sea lions

Another whale pic

Lathering up with sunscreen

As a side note, Rachel and I still got some pretty bad burns that made the next day a bit uncomfortable.

Leaving the San Diego port

Lounging on the upper deck

Coincidentally, Rachel was frequently found examining herself and Vince with a strange look on his face whenever Kenta took a picture. Go figure.

Rachel & Vince in front the Arch of Cabo

Rach and Vince in front of a giant Mexican flag in Ensenada

Arch of Cabo San Lucas

Our ship Carnival Elation

K&V in front of the Arch of Cabo

Proof that we've been to Mexico

K&V leaving San Diego


Please enjoy the short clip of our accidental whale encounter

On the way to Indy

On our way to Indianapolis last month (early April) we stopped by Cincinnati to catch a game. I'm sorry I haven't blogged this earlier, but things have been busy. We had a fantastic time. I especially enjoyed that the Reds' ball park is called the Great American Ball Park. I can't think of a better name for a baseball park. Incidentally I later learned that the Cincinnati Reds can thank Great American Insurance for that name; that burst my bubble a bit.

K&V at Great American Ball Park

Cincinnati, OH

Cincinnati Reds line-up April 5, 2008

Since my youth in beautiful Washington and my father's enthusiasm for baseball I have had a special admiration for Ken Griffey, Jr. I remember when he came to the Seattle Mariners as a rookie while his father was there as a veteran player. I remember watching them take the field together and always walk off the field together. I, with many others in the Pacific Northwest, was deeply disappointed when Griffey left Seattle for Cincinnati. I was especially chagrined because the only Mariners game I saw in person during Griffey's career was one in which he sat on the bench for a day off. As far as I knew I would never see him play in person. Many years later I met and married my baseball-crazed husband, and over the past three years we have seen many baseball games. However, most of these games (as you might notice from my 2007 review) were Braves 'away' games closer to our home in Rochester, such as Philadelphia). Since Cincinnati is a good 8 hours away from Rochester the chance that I would ever see Griffey play was slim. Also, Griffey, like many other players as they age, has had many injuries in the past few years, so I had all but ruled out the possibility of seeing him play. All this said, if you had asked me two months ago who my favorite player was or who I most wanted to see, I would have had to ponder this for quite some time. Even after seeing him I would have to ponder a bit. Just the same, when I saw him take the field during batting practice and then in the game, it felt as though some part of my life had come full circle -- like some task was completed. Well, this is all a bit too philosophical for me and probably for you too, but I have enjoyed rattling on for a minute.

Ken Griffey, Jr

This is his classic stance. It often follows a home run, but this time it followed a foul ball on the third base side of the field. Tough luck.

As a side note, don't you think my husband is amazing at catching these moments on camera? Just perfect.

So many fuzzy things...

Ever since I moved into this house I have noticed how many small mammals surround me. We have had multiple problems with mice living in our basement over the past few years. We have a family of rabbits that live in our shrubs. Every year a few shrews decide to take up residence in my vegetable garden. There's a groundhog that lives under our neighbor's house. And on top of the mammals we have DOZENS of beautiful song birds that live (or at least spend a lot of time) in our shrubs. There are also some issues with slugs, ant hills, silverfish, and very large spiders. I guess that's what you get for living in such a beautiful place.

For each of these critters listed I have at least one story to tell... and if you're interested I'll tell them all, but you're probably not. So I will link my bad luck streak in the previous two days' stories with my fuzzy friends story.

After several big and small incidents of bad luck I decided to stay home and work around the house on Saturday. Our yard definitely needed some spring cleaning, and it was a beautiful day (sunny with at high of 86!!!). So I went out back and opened the garage for the first time in several months (I know what you're thinking -- if you have a two car garage and two cars, you should probably park them in the garage. However, we don't have an automatic door, and we have PLENTY OF DRIVEWAY even with our two cars sitting there. So in the winter it's actually easier to brush off our cars and let them 'protect' part of the driveway from the several feet of snow we get than it is to park in the garage. You might not agree, but you probably don't have an average annual snowfall of 96 inches and a 75-100 foot long driveway.) Anyway, as I opened the door I saw a black and white cat lying on the floor. I had seen this cat around our neighborhood and even in our back yard several times before, so I thought it had just squeezed in to chase a few of our many mice. (Because our garage doors have a tendency not to open very easily we often leave one of them slightly open so that we can always get back into the garage.) Then it hit me... the cat was dead and the garage stunk. Yuck. It must have gotten in to chase some mice or avoid a winter storm and either didn't or couldn't leave. For a moment I felt really bad, but there was really no way for me to know it was there or prevent its death. I did check to see if it had any tags or a collar on so that I could contact its owner, but it had nothing of the sort.

Over the past year we have had a bit of a curse on our house. We have had a LOT of animals die on our property. Since last spring I have had to dispose of several dead mice in our house, a dead shrew in our garden, a dead rabbit on our front lawn/sidewalk, a couple dead starlings, and now a dead cat. For the full year a half we lived in this house before that time I only had to deal with one mouse that was caught in a trap. I feel like its somehow my fault, like I poisoned the property or something. Kenta lived here for 3 years before we were married and didn't have any of these troubles. The only bonus is that I now feel like I am a bit of an expert in how to remove dead animals from your property without touching them -- not something I'll ever put on a resume or list of hobbies though. To be fair though I didn't remove some of those animals. We were never able to find an unknown number of mice that died somewhere inside our basement ceiling/first story floor. It smelled so much worse than individual dead mice that we had previously found that we were convinced it had to be at least 5 mice. We had to keep Fabreeze in our entry way where the smell was the worst and spray it every time we walked though. To this day we can't stand the smell of that variety of Fabreeze because it reminds us of dead mice. Yuck.

I dislike reading blogs without any pictures to compliment the story, but I really didn't think it was appropriate to take a picture of the smelly, dead cat in my garage. So instead, I'm including a couple pictures of myself in the garage two years ago when I was making our picnic table and benches, a not so attractive picture of myself with some of the hundreds of tomatoes our beautiful garden produces each year, and, lastly, a picture of Kenta's car and his mother's car in our driveway after a spring snow storm last year (you can see where my car was before I dug it out). Thus ending on a happier note than dead animals. :)

The Bad Luck Continues

After Tuesday I decided to stay inside on Wednesday to avoid any continuation of my bad luck streak. However, the weather here has been far too beautiful to stay inside. On Tuesday I ventured out again without incident. I went to Charlotte Beach along Lake Ontario with the Sears girls. Although my contacts were bugging me toward the end, we had a fun picnic on the beach and played in VERY COLD water. To see pictures of our fun, check out Lesa Sears' blog at lesasears.blogspot.com . Lesa also posted the video I took of Hannah (3) falling asleep while trying to finish her ice cream. Very cute.



On Friday, when I thought I had broken free of my bad luck it struck again! I went with Lesa Sears and her four girls to the Rochester Seneca Park Zoo. It started well, and we had a good time, but it had a very rocky end. We took Sadie (3 mo old) in one stroller and then I took the other three in their wagon. We had several issues about wearing shoes while walking/running around the zoo and parking lot because Lily (7) and Hannah (3) would take off their sandles in the wagon and then not put them on again.

On the way to meet the Sears I had gotten a call that my computer was fixed and ready to pick up as long as I got there by 5 pm. So around 4 we started saying good-bye to the animals and heading out. This was quite an ordeal because the girls didn't think they had enough play time on the playground there. Finally Lesa ran ahead to get the car while I watched the girls. When she came around the corner into the parking lot though, I knew my luck was up again. She had one VERY flat tire. At first we thought of changing it ourselves, but decided that calling someone to do it was going to be easier in the long run since there was no way that I would get to the computer shop in time.

While we were waiting for the tire guy to come Hannah decided she had to go to the bathroom IMMEDIATELY. So I ran back into the zoo with her. Although they were closing one of the nice zoo officials let me into the bathroom of the zoo office which was at the entrance. We thought we were in the clear until we tried to leave the bathroom only to find that we had been LOCKED IN THE ZOO BATHROOM!!!! I don't know exactly how much time passed while we were in there. It was a least 10-15 minutes of watching zoo patrons leave without seeing anyone who would look at us (through the glass door) or be able to help. Finally I told Hannah to stay at the door to watch for the zoo man while I tried to find another way out. A few minutes later, as I was examining the nearest window, Hannah called out, "Ginia, he's back!!" I have never been so happy to see a zoo official or leave a bathroom. When we got back to the car the tire guy was there, and we were able to go home without any further difficulty. Just another little streak of bad luck.

Smiling Sadie Sears (3 mo)

Chloe (5), Hannah (3), Lily (7)

Though there was a red-tailed hawk in the cage, there were three cute monkeys on the rails!