Skip to main content

I Was Gonna Say

I think winter is done. The cherry blossom trees are waking up from their winter sleep. On my lunchtime walk through the Dounji Temple area I stopped to observe the status of the sakura. 


I love wearing sweaters and warm wool caps and making eggnog at Christmas, but I love laying on a blanket under the cherry blossom trees and feeling the breeze and hearing the boys laugh as they play even more.

I don't know if it's the anxiety meds or the fact that I just got things done today, but I had a great sense of calm as the late afternoon turned into evening and the work week came to a close. 

After two years of being a manager I think I miiiiight be getting the hang of it. I put the finishing touches on the plans for fiscal 2023 and submitted a PowerPoint to my boss. That was at 9 p.m. He messaged me at 11 p.m. and said he skimmed it over and it looks wonderful and he'll get back to me with details by Monday.

When the boys got home from kindergarten Kenzo came up to my office and I happened to be talking with Auntie Grace, who is not just an auntie but also a friend and co-worker. Kenzo was delighted to see her on my computer screen and Auntie Grace said she's coming to play again soon. Which is true. It's actually next Sunday.

I had to add my papa comment.

"Auntie Grace will come play if you and and Osamu are good boys. If you're not good boys..."

... and here's where my improv skills kicked in, but not fast enough to match Kenzo's quick wit...

“If you’re not good boys Auntie Grace will send you a box of…”

"Toys?" Kenzo chimed in.

I was gonna say rocks or old newspapers.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mr. Blue Sky

Man, I conked out so hard on the living room floor tonight. Right after bath time, before story time. I barely remember. Completely exhausted. Big adventure day. Another in a long series I hope the boys will remember when they’re older... our first IMAX movie, a downtown city outing, and some life lessons in the game center. We left the house at 9:15 a.m. and didn’t get back until nearly 6 p.m., totally spent but full of pizza and memories. The Wild Robot in IMAX was totally stunning. The scale, the colors, the sound. We could feel every gust of wind and rustle of leaves. I made sure we had prime seats, row G, right in the center. Two big buckets of popcorn too, which, according to Kenzo and Osamu, I  absolutely should not  be sharing. “You should get your own!” they kept saying. I think a little bit of popcorn thievery is well within my rights as the papa. After the movie, we headed through the cold and wind across to the game center on the other side of Sendai Station. Being...
Post a Comment
Read more

Not About Baseball

I stayed up past my bedtime again last night. I almost made it. I watched a couple of episodes of Ted Lasso and came to a good stopping point where I was satisfied with myself for enjoying some quiet TV time with my favorite show and even though it was after midnight, I was confident I could still get a pretty good night's sleep.  But no. For some reason I decided it would be a good idea to just lay on the living room carpet and put on a movie. I saw the first seven or eight minutes of Goodfellas and then I woke up when the end credits were rolling with Sid Vicious' is cover of My Way . I brush my teeth and I can see the light of day already shining in through the bathroom window. "It’s almost the longest day of the year," I told myself, to at least rationalize why I'm brushing my teeth and crawling into bed at this hour. I was trying to minimize the mental anguish I regularly put on myself for not just going to bed like I should. I told Eri that I was thinking a...
Post a Comment
Read more

Sendai vs. Tokushima

Osamu said he had to go pee, and I make it a habit to believe him most of the time. Another habit I have is taking him to go pee, much of the time.  When we came out of the restroom I decided it was time for a beer, so with Osamu holding my hand we waltzed over to the food concession and I was checking out the selection, and the prices. Seven hundred yen for a draft beer. I had a feeling. It was only 500 for a whiskey cocktail (whiskey with water on the rocks) but I wasn't about to be that much of a derelict this early with my four-year-old son in tow. The tickets were free, the seats aren't bad, might as well spend seven bucks on a beer. The problem was that the dude next to us with his little boy about the same age as Mumu-chan loudly and with braggadocio you don't often see in these parts ordered a Blue Hawaii snow cone for his kid. I heard this and panicked. Last weekend at Michinoku Park I got a Blue Hawaii snow cone for Osamu and he loved it.  I looked down at my l...
1 comment
Read more