A Special Bottle of Sauce

I took the morning off to go see my psychiatrist and get my anxiety medicine refilled. Gotta do it every three weeks. The doc had me coming in every two weeks but I negotiated for three since taking time off and going downtown every other week was getting hard to manage.

Downtown Sendai is finally starting to show signs of springtime.

It's gonna be a few more weeks before the cherry blossoms really come out in force, but the ones that decided to bloom early made for a splendid walk from Hirosedori to Kotodaikoen after my appointment.

I always have music stuck in my head. It's rare when I don't have a song or piece of music on a constant loop as the soundtrack to the three ring circus inside my brain. I don't even have earbuds or anything stuck in my ears most of the time, and when I do it's usually a podcast.

Today it was this. Shooting Star. The "Unplugged" version. I love it more than the original album version. The lyrics have been in my head for 30 years, and as is the case with anything meaningful in life, the meaning of the song has evolved for me. I hear it differently now than I did when I was twenty years old.

I always kinda wondered if you ever made it through.

I seen a shooting star tonight and I thought of you.

On my way home I stopped by the Korean deli counter at Izumi Chuo and picked up a pack of yangnyeom chicken, this time with honey mustard sauce, and gobbled it up while people watching outside in the courtyard in front of Ario for a little bit. I also stopped by Kaldi and grabbed a bottle of Sriracha. This time I got the extra hot one.

Eri made her amazing yakisoba for dinner. I love putting a little mayonnaise on my yakisoba, and tonight I also decided to sprinkle a bit of my newly procured Sriracha on for good measure. Osamu wanted some mayonnaise too, of course. Kenzo declined. Of course.

Then Osamu, much like one of his heroes Curious George, wanted to try the Sriracha. He liked the regular one I got before. This time I told him that this was a special bottle of sauce just for papa and that if you eat it you'll probably cry.

He still wanted to try. He and Kenzo took a whiff. Kenzo was already out but he did want to see what it smelled like. Osamu was adamant.

So I waited for Eri to leave the room and I gave Osamu a drop of the super spicy Sriracha on his yakisoba.

He ate it.

He didn't cry, but he admitted that he didn't need any more and asked for more water.

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