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Eri writes a blog too. I've never seen it. Apparently it generates revenue. Today we drove down to Taihaku Ward for a Hawaiian lunch. And after Eri posts about it on her blog the restaurant is gonna refund the entire check. Like over 5000 yen.


Obviously our blogs are different. Mine actually burns resources instead of generating any sort of "reward." Also obviously we blog for different reasons. Like for example I got in the car this morning and noticed the odometer and thought hmm I should capture that bit of curious minutiae that even I won't care about 20 minutes from now. I was just like whoa so many sevens I have to share this with the world.


From where we live in eastern Izumi Ward to the downtown Sendai part of Taihaku Ward it's about a 30-minute drive. It was a chance to have some one-on-one deep talk with Eri, which these days we kinda don't get a whole lot of. Usually our talks are after dinner time, bath time, story time, teeth brushing time, and along the way wine time, so by the time we sit down to talk our ears are ringing and we're exhausted and lethargic. 

Today we had a great talk, not just in the car but over lunch and walking around the Minami Nagamachi shopping mall. Eri is so conscientious and vigilant when it comes to our family life and especially the boys' wellfare, and she's also short-tempered and impatient. When she laughs it's pure and magical. When she grumbles at me for something or other it's also pure and magical, though in a different way I can't explain, except to say that she doesn't give me a hard time for no reason. She grew up one way and I grew up another and she's always trying to bridge our ideologies. I make her even more irritated by expressing my beliefs with humor that the bridge she's trying to build is being government funded so it won't be complete until our kids are retirement age and we gonna be dead.


For god knows whatever reason I got this thing called the King Burger. And it definitely made me feel like a king... His Royal Highness King Stuffington of Gluttonshire.


Eri knows how to order a beverage. Strawberry something or other. Ordered so that it arrives after the meal is finished. 

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