The other day I mentioned to my husband that I might like to take a class in growing bonsai trees. I don't even know why I mentioned it. I had been growing some pretty good mold in the bathroom and refrigerator so perhaps it seemed like a good time to move on to something more challenging.

That evening I received a call from a woman, Toyoko Kitamura, a friend of my husband, asking me if I'd be free the following day to go meet a friend of a friend of a friend who had a friend who is a bonsai expert. She had even arranged for her friends to drive us to the bonsai expert's house. The only thoughts in my head were: Why are Japanese people so efficient? Don't they know how to procrastinate?

Where I come from, the art of procrastination is cultivated at a young age and indulged in until death. So, if I think I might like to take a class in growing bonsai trees, first I would spend a few months considering it, then another few weeks planning on doing it, then a couple of weeks promising myself I'd do it, after which I would spend several weeks wishing I had done it. Only then would I get around to actually doing it. Maybe.