I wrapped up with more housewares shopping. Mari'd selected a rice maker, so I have that as my big-ticket purchase to date. Plus most of the other crap, but not a squeeze bottle for ironing. (Rats!)
I ended the productive part of my day by miraculously being in the apartment when someone attempted a delivery. It was the postal service with my bank card!! The postie asked me to write my name on a card as a way of registering my presence with the post office. Such a paper-work-obse- I mean, organized country. They will mail the card to us again in July to have Mari and the kids added to it (if I understood him correctly).
All the instructions for activating the bank card are in Japanese, so I'm photographing and asking Mari for help as usual.
[We will be] rich in proportion to the number of things which we can afford to let alone.
—Thoreau