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A Calm Date Night ๐Ÿ’•

This morning I woke up to this cuteness next to me… Kotoko purring her heart out with her paw protectively (or is that possessively?) on Christopherโ€™s sleeping head:

So yeah, that was adorable. Later, as she has the last few days, Kotoko came to spend time with me on the desk. She played with fishies for a while:

I had lunch with my friend Al today (itโ€™s weird to just say โ€œmy friendโ€ after years of saying โ€œmy bossโ€ because even though I havenโ€™t worked for him for years and years everyone still calls him โ€œyour bossโ€). ๐Ÿ˜ซ

Later Christopher and I went to Target for a pickup. We also got some date-night snacks and a birthday present for Nikki, his (our) sister:

Once home we watched TV and had snacks before heading out for date-night pizza…

We took it easy, but it was really enjoyable.

๐Ÿฉ Jelly Donut ๐Ÿฉ

A short little while ago I bought a new bear. After the election stress, I wanted something to cheer me up, and also to commemorate the election.

I picked a panda for a very corny reason. I felt that, with his black and white colors, he symbolized the current polarized feelings very well, during a time in which nuance is lacking and middle ground seems practically nonexistent.

I dressed him up very patriotic, something Iโ€™ve never done with any bear before. I know I’m not the only one who hadn’t felt as much joy displaying the flag or patriotic things over the past four years. Someone writing to the opinion column the other day put it very well, saying something to the effect that the flag itself had somehow become politicized, to the point that you were assumed to belong to a specific party if you displayed it too much. I felt the same way, and it made me quite sad.

So now I have my little patriotic bear, and I’ve put up a little flag in my studio as well, with a promise to myself that come what may I’ll continue to display it proudly, because I’m part of America, too.

Why โ€œJelly Donutโ€? Well, believe it or not, thereโ€™s a patriotic thing to that as well. When my mom and I arrived to the USA on December 12, 2001 at just a little past 4:00am, one of the first places we went to was Dunkinโ€™ Donuts. It was one of the few places that were open (7-11 and I would soon become fast friends too.) I had never had donuts before! Iโ€™ll never forget the smell when we walked in there. Whenever I walk into a Dunkin’ Donuts early in the morning today, those memories come flooding back.

Jelly Donuts are my favorite and one of the first I ever had, too.

So there you go. That’s the story behind my new bear.