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Door Face

Eri has been telling me for a while that I need to go to the eye doctor. Most of the time she tells me this when I'm driving.

Sometimes she tells me I need to go see the ear doctor. Curiously, she tells me this when we're having a heated discussion.

There seems to be a pattern emerging. 

At any rate, I took the morning off and walked over to the eye clinic, and man it was packed. I got there around 9:30 and checked in with my health insurance card and they said just come back at noon. So I did. And it was still packed. There must be more sight problems than I am aware of.

After a whole bunch of tests where I stared into lenses and had scans and even an eye test test chart where the nurse tried out various lenses on me, the main doc told me that my eyes are fine. To which Eri was incredulous. She was sure my eyesight is the reason for what she considers my bad driving.

My driving is excellent.

So is my ketchup art.


Eri prepped the rice and I made the omu rice toppings for dinner. I asked the boys what they wanted and Kenzo said he wanted an angry face and Osamu said, "I want a door face." I asked him what a door face is and he repeated his response, pointed to the door, and exhaled decisively through his nostrils. He was thoroughly pleased with my door face.


There's snow on the mountains around Sendai.


I think it's gonna start snowing at our house any day now.

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