What Did I Just Say?

This is the top of the path leading down through the graveyard to Dounji Temple.

I walk through here at least three or four times a week. Today the air was perfect. Hot sun, cool breeze. The cicadas are starting to calm down. A little. Watching the seasons change through the lens of this particular location excites me. I look forward to my visits here. I also regularly come across snakes and get bit by gnats and mosquitos here. Apparently the temple was established in the year 1338. If you come visit me in July I'll take you there in the evening to see fireflies. If you visit at any other time I'll take you just to take you. We can go across the road and have fried chicken.

Eri took the bus and subway downtown this morning because she's enrolling in a web design course. I'm excited for her, but also nervous because the class is every weekday evening for four months. We're gonna have some family adventures for sure.

I showed Kenzo how to use his police pistol to pick off bad guys. We drew bank robber faces on paper cups and placed them around the living room. Then he loaded his suction darts and slowly crept in through the front hall. One by one he failed to shoot any perps.

We laughed and I reminded the boys that pointing guns, even toy guns, at people is a very bad thing to do.

Osamu instantly turned and shot a suction cup dart at me.

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