Tag: Father

10-Minute Warning LXXVII

For the 1st time since last week, I went outside of my home. I feel better than I was yesterday, and I want to observe Flannel Friday, so why not?

And what did I do? I joined my family (minus Elder Brother) on their grocery shopping at Landers, and then we had some tasty ramen at Ippudo. After that, I planned on having some affogato at my favorite spot Satchmi. But when I arrived there, I changed my mind and had some iced tea instead.

Right now, as I’m typing this, I’m thinking of drinking just 1 can of Jack and Coke. Just 1. I didn’t even get a sip last week because I’m sick. Thanks, flu. But should I even drink tonight? Maybe not. I shouldn’t be in a rush. I have all the weekend to do that anyway.

And time’s up.

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10-Minute Warning LXVIII

So, what can I tell here in under 10 minutes?

My Younger Brother and I will pick up our Mother and Father at the airport tonight. They spent their weekend in Singapore. Notably, Father and an ex-national team joined a badminton tournament and got the 1st runner-up of their level. My Father winning at a high level at 63 years of age? That’s amazing.

What else? I noticed that I have been churning up 12 straight Minute Warning posts here on The Dispatch. I need to shake things up a little. Maybe I should make more Notes to Self.

And time’s up.

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10-Minute Warning LXVI

Yesterday, I woke up feeling down. So I joined my Mother and Father in their grocery shopping, and I got to buy 8 cans of Jack and Coke. That’s a maximum of 2 cans per Friday or Saturday night. Because of that, I went home feeling good… then I remembered something that broke my heart. I brought that feeling to my sleep.

Today, I got my weekly hangout at Satchmi at lunchtime. I enjoyed my favorite affogato while I updated my planner/journal, so I was able to get things off my chest somehow. Then I went to Ippudo and had ramen with my Mother, Father, and Younger Brother. What a lovely lunch. After our lunch and a fresh haircut, I went home feeling good… then I remembered again that one thing that broke my heart.

What’s that one thing that broke my heart? I’m not ready to talk about that here on The Dispatch. In fact, I have never talked about it to anyone, and I would like to keep it that way for now.

Anyway, I just remembered what happened last September 17, and that makes me feel better. I should sleep better now.

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