[January 11] On Gunma's 'Karakaze' (Dry Wind), or the Powerlessness of Medium-Fatty Tuna
January 11, Sunday.
Today in Ota City, Gunma Prefecture, was a day where the famous 'Karakaze' (dry wind) was blowing fiercely.
Looking at the news, I saw that many regions held their 'Coming of Age Day' (Ceremony for Twenty-Year-Olds) today.
Footage was shown of new adults in furisode kimonos taking photos with smiles on their faces, even while being buffeted by the gale.
Also, the Grand Sumo January Tournament started today.
It is a Sunday where young people are fighting, both on the sumo ring and against the wind outside.
However, in our living room, a different battle was quietly coming to an end.
Wife, incapacitated due to 'Oshi-loss' (loss of her favorite idol/group)
'My wife's favorite group's regular program, cancelled.'
With this news, my wife's mood hit a record low.
While new adults were holding hope for the future, my wife had a face like the end of the world, saying, 'One of my joys is gone...'
It's just a program change, but it's also a program change. For an otaku, it's the same as having their lifeline cut.
The kindness of 'Medium-Fatty Tuna' I splurged on
Since the atmosphere in the house was reaching suffocation levels, I ran to the supermarket.
What I put in my basket was the 'most expensive sushi'.
That said, it wasn't a boxed set from a high-end sushi restaurant. It was supermarket pack sushi.
And it wasn't 'O-toro' (fatty tuna). It contained 'Chu-toro' (medium-fatty tuna).
This inability to reach the 'O-toro' level is packed with the economic reality of a 41-year-old middle manager and my best efforts at being a loving husband.
'Look, today we're having the premium (supermarket) stuff.'
I prayed that the moderate fat of the medium-fatty tuna would soothe my wife's emotional wounds, even if just a little.
Violence of color, Kidsland US
Leaving the heavy atmosphere of our home, I evacuated to 'Kidsland US' with my son in the afternoon.
It's windy outside, but this is another world.
Look at these colors.
A massive amount of plastic balls filling every inch of my field of vision.
If my wife's heart is a monochrome 'End Screen,' this place is a dazzling, vibrant color.
My son dives into the ball pit, gets buried, and keeps coming back out.
Watching his innocent figure, I had a surreal thought:
'Ah, if I threw my wife into this ball pit, would it take her mind off things a little?'
The end of SundayBlown by the strong wind, appeasing my wife with medium-fatty tuna, and rescuing my son from drowning in the ball pit.
Before I knew it, it was time to hear the theme song of 'Shoten'.
Whether the medium-fatty tuna had an effect or not, my wife recovered a little, but my stamina and wallet were depleted.
Let's survive today as well, without losing to the wind or the 'Oshi-loss'.
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