Last Sunday, I went for a walk with my wife as usual.
Though I’ve written before, I have a feeling that this blog has become a report of my weekend spent.Is that true I go out with my wife? There is a reader (=my friend) who says that it is a fiction, too. He is afraid that I direct we’ve been happily married. I don’t know whether it’s happily or not, but it is true that when we go out on weekends, it’s almost ‘ two ‘.
On last Saturday, we had a drinking party with our mutual friends. We drank too much.The day after that was Sunday. Our face were puffy and our bodies were felt dull. So we went out for a week to pass bad ones from our bodies. It was too late for us to wake up in such a condition. We usually go out for a walk before noon, but we were late for this Sunday.
We walked along the bank and crossed the river. We decided a goal was the commercial facility about 5 kilometers ahead on that day. This route was a repeated way to walk. However, we would see a different scenery and a different spectacle if the season and time differed on the same road.
On the way, we passed through the shopping street called Sunamachi Ginza.
The Oden shop had a long line in front. It was a just season when they wanted to eat oden.
The types of Japanese pickles that were lined up in the storefront were also different from early fall.
We did not hang around on the outward. We kept walking to the goal anyway. We arrived there with a little sweat. We seemed to pass bad ones from our bodies considerably.
We entered the pet shop in the facility. It was her routine. She was an unmatched cat lover. After that, we bought the family winter clothes and took a break at the coffee shop.
It seemed that the sun was already getting dark outside. The sweets sold at the coffee shop caught our eyes ,but we resisted them and left there. We must pass out from our bodies completely.
I knew that we would have dinner together alone on this day. Then, we were thinking about preparing dinner without our efforts. Sunamachi Ginza was waiting for us.
The Nukazuke(=a kind of Japanese pickles) being on my mind On the way there ,we bought a radish and a turnip each one by 315 yen. We bought 4 kinds of sashimi by 1080 yen in a fish store that has already started closing. The smell of Yakitori made us hungry, so we bought two chicken lever skewers, two skin skewers, and two chicken cartilage skewers. I had faint memory how much.
Nothing special. It was a quiet Sunday.