It’s the third day of the New Year’s holiday—the last day. For the two of us, it feels like an ordinary Saturday. Yuki plans to go to the gym for some light exercise, and I’ll work on YouTube.
Yesterday, a young friend visited us, and we spent a long time chatting. It was a lot of fun.
It is the second day of the New Year’s holiday. This year, we are not visiting any shrines or temples because Yuki’s mother passed away last year.
Yesterday, our daughters, our son-in-law, our grandchild, and a close friend gathered at our home, and we had a very nice time together.
In the evening, there was a train accident, but thankfully they were not involved, and everyone returned home safely. Having escaped the accident, it felt like a sign that even if difficulties arise this year, we will be able to avoid them gracefully.
Today, we plan to stay home and spend the day calmly. Someone may come by to see us.
It’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve already started cooking for the New Year. Right now, my pressure cooker is working on hanamame, large black beans. I’m making some traditional New Year’s dishes.
While cooking, we’re also revisiting our life planning notebooks and looking back over what we’ve written.
One thing we haven’t done yet is wash our cars. That will be our first mission after the New Year holidays. This year, we gave up washing them ourselves, and car-wash machines at gas stations are crowded everywhere.
It’s the day before New Year’s Eve, isn’t it?
Today is the last day Yuki is going to his gym this year. I missed my gym yesterday, so my gym year has already come to an end.
Since yesterday, I’ve been slowly organizing paperwork—tax returns, medical expense claims, and so on. I’ll also be closing our household accounts for the year.
I’m no longer self-employed, so I don’t really have to do all this anymore, but out of habit, I continue to take care of these things for our household.
Yuki used to work as a company employee, so his company took care of everything for him. He says he’s not very familiar with this kind of paperwork. Perhaps that’s just an excuse.
