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Autumn/Lunch

I reached into Kenzo's school bag first thing this morning and pulled out...








... an acorn and a cicada molt.

There ya go. Way to be six years old.

As the boys were changing into their school clothes I was staring at one of their "little boy stuff" storage spaces. This one is in the tatami room downstairs. 


They've got some cool things for sure. The Minion deal on the left is a ukulele case. Last year I got pretty good at the ukulele, but these days only Osamu pulls it out and strums once in a while. We need to make a new habit. Playing that thing is fun.

Over the last week Kenzo has been humoring me with testing out a project I've got going for work. He's a good partner. He's patient and curious and only gets irritated occasionally.


Eri came up to my office around 11:00 and asked me when I'd be ready for lunch. I said I was ready now, only half joking. She said give me 30 minutes. 

Usually I just nuke something from the freezer or do a cup noodle. Around 11:20 I could smell something cooking downstairs. Something that made my stomach growl harsh.

At 11:30 Eri hollered that lunch was ready. I headed downstairs and...

Beautiful perfection. Sanma, Eri's miso soup, and small portion of rice (I added Gohan Desuyo of course).

I sat down, stared at this amazing lunch, and asked her what's up. She just said it's the first day of autumn and she was craving some autumn food.

I forgot sanma was autumn food. I won't forget again.

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