Force might have been keeping an eye on all the sand structures left by previous beach goers. The trench was definitely dug by hand though. After a quick supper, we went to snap pics of the house and admire the wiring of the basement. Yes, they have most of that done and even have some of the pot-lights installed. The fireplaces have arrived and some of the heating system. Now that the roof is up, the extra supports have come down inside and it is getting easier all the time to visualize the finished product. The re-cycling went out and the garbage can wait until morning. The very thought of having to handle a blanket in this heat makes me weak. Everyone takes responsibility for their own garbage, taking it home and bagging it in identical little white plastic bags and hauling it to the curb on the proscribed day next to the assigned signpost into piles of an apparently proscribe height limit. Tokyoites are obsessed with dogs. Japanese have provided recycling bins next to each vending machine for your use. People just pull up to a building, hop off and drop their kickstand. You heard that right. Cuts down on drunk driving deaths, i imagine. Police presence is universal. Each neighborhood has a police box with the officers acting as tour guides. Each neighborhood has a map, in case the cops are out for donuts. Speaking of donuts. The only j-walkers are westerners. Japanese almost always wait respectfully for the sign to change to green. Stuffed in sandwiches, drizzled like icing on cutlets.