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The World To Myself

It rained all day, but that didn’t stop the boys and I from having another great Sunday. My friend Nico is a car enthusiast and has a group of friends who all have cool sports cars and race cars. He invited us to their car club brunch this morning at Flat White Coffee.



Even in the rain the boys were super excited to see the cars. I was excited about the special brunch menu they organized - French toast, tomato bisque, and their delicious signature coffee. 

After brunch I had planned on taking the boys to the mall to hang out and look around, but Osamu ended up falling down in the coffee shop parking lot and bruised his knee and got his pants soaking wet so we had to go home earlier than scheduled. He cried all the way home. His fall wasn't that bad. I saw it. But when Eri and I were checking out his injuries our completely non-medically-trained diagnosis included twisted ankle, broken bone, and dislocated knee.

Turns out all he needed was a bandaid. Within thirty minutes he was back to his mischievous ways.

I keep a list of things I want to do with the boys and today we got to the next item on that list. Watercolor painting. It was a hit.



Rain doesn't stop me from getting my 8 kilometer walk in. When the boys went upstairs for their nap time I donned my rain suit, complete with waterproof shoe covers, and headed out. Walking in the rain is therapeutic. The air is so flavorful. No one else is out so it feels like I have the world to myself. When I get back and strip off my weather-proof layer and plop down on the couch and look out the window at the continuing precipitation I feel that much more pleased with myself. I didn't let the elements stop me from getting my daily goal accomplished.

Eri made us another amazing dinner. Simple and delicious. One of my favorite things is her sweet potato tempura dipped in ponzu.


I opened a bottle of chianti and Eri and I lingered at the table talking about big plans after the boys had long since finished their dinner and rough-housed in the living room.

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