Extra Special Tuck In

The red dragonfly finally met his fate. That mantis sitting in a box on our doorstep is well-nourished, and now I gotta find more bugs for him. The problem is I'm off on a business trip tomorrow for a couple of days. Maybe I'll get lucky and nab another lazy dragonfly when I take the trash out tomorrow.

I walk this way every day, sometimes more than once, but today was the first time I thought to take a picture from this vantage point. This is the far side of the Dounji Temple site. I kind of take it for granted most days, but this is a ten minute walk from my house on the edge of Sendai and it is one of my favorite places.

I had a pretty busy meeting schedule today, including a lunch meeting with some teachers who made time to meet as they ate their lunch. So Eri set me up with an 11:30 bowl of champon.

I told her not to worry about me. I was gonna toss a frozen whatever in the microwave. Eri said settle down I got ya covered just come down at 11:30. The moyashi (beansprouts) was gonna go bad so we gotta eat it.

The boys ate their dinner so well tonight. I eat mine standing in the kitchen, apron on, washing dishes as we go, sipping wine, peeling a kiwi. I didn't say "Eeeeeat your dinner" even once.

After dinner was a different story. The drama ensued. Little boy brothers. Osamu was doing something and Kenzo didn't like it and you know the story.

Bath time was kinda hard. They were both tired (though Osamu did take a 3-hour nap) and grumpy.

Eri got home right as I was tucking in the boys. She gave them an extra special tuck in. I retreated to our bedroom for a break to lay down and refresh for the rest of the evening and of course after a few minutes I pulled out the phone to check messages. Eri sent me one. It was sent while she was on her way home, about thirty minutes prior. She said she wasn't feeling well and tomorrow morning she's going to go to the doctor.

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