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Kokubunji is for lovers

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

This morning I carried on with the work on volume thirteen of the kids' photo books. I had a break in the morning when Mari and I assembled a bike shelter for the retiree who lives next door; the same model Mari had bought for our place.

It was our fourteenth anniversary today. We traipsed across town after the kids were done gaming with their (Toronto) friends and went to a "family" restaurant for lunch. We then hung around in a park that had a number of interesting things like a cement footbridge with water running the length of the bridge and stepping stones inside the little stream. We played "tag" at one point, at which The Boy said that he'd heard the game called "touch and go"*.

Mari took The Girl to a friend's house, and I went back to work on the photo book until well after sundown.

*I told him it sounded like a backcronym, in which someone made an original phrase out of a word that then gets turned into a supposed acronym. A bit of Googling remains inconclusive, I think I prefer the explanation that it comes from tago in latin; to touch.