I woke up late this morning. I think I slept pretty well, although I had some
vivid dreams (which I don’t quite recall). I was sluggish and still really
stuffed from the night before. Eriko actually got out of bed before I did, but
I followed suit quickly. She wasn’t feeling great but she was hungry. I was
stuffed and just drank some juice. I spent some time watching TV – NBC’s meet
the press and some discovery channel show about using alternative fuels. Eriko
like the discovery show because it featured a man and a dog on a bike
travelling through several states without using gasoline (mainly electric power
obtained from garbage-burning plants). Eventually I flipped to a figure-skating
championship and there the channel remaining (a young lady I was with was quite
interested) for an hour or so. During that time, I ventured onto the computer
as well as to the bedroom desk to do some Japanese studying. After the skating,
Eriko began to look pretty cosy and the living room light went off. I spent
some time listening to music and reading my Japanese textbook in the bedroom
while she slept. After she awoke, I moved to the den and turned on the TV for
the Astros/Cardinals game. I made myself a poor lunch (ground beef and cheese)
and gave Eriko a head massage. I spent some more time reading the Japanese book
while she cooked herself lunch (ramen) and ate it (with a table as a high
chair, for ease). After some more rest time, she announced that she was ready
to head to the drum store. Off we went; there were some leaves stuck to the car
wiper that we had fun encouraging (me to leave, Eriko to stay). We spent about
45 minutes at the drum store. I enjoyed myself, beating on all sorts of
different things. It was a rhythm store, so there were a few instruments
besides drums, but mainly drums. We came in search of a set of bongo drums and
we left with a set of bongo drums. A little expensive, but this was the one
thing that Eriko mentioned might help cheer her up. We stopped at Safeway on
the way home because I wanted some ice cream but to my dismay they were all sold
out of mint chocolate chip. Safeway had held another Breyer’s 2 for 1 sale and
mint chocolate chip always sells out quick. We did buy a few things – apples,
batteries, and some candy. Back at home, I continued watching TV (now
Angels/White Sox) and Eriko tried out the neck massager (which we had needed
batteries for). Soon she decided she was hungry and I suggested a pizza from
Pete’s; after a few minutes of deliberation that was her final decision. I
ordered take-out, waited around (reading Japanese and watching the game) and
headed off to pick up the pizza. I had a minor wait (during which I watched the
game) and then it was back home. Dinner was going well (Eriko was starting to
feel better) when she announced that she didn’t like morning sickness and
thought that one child would be enough. I suspect she knew what buttons she was
pushing but I tried to stay calm. When she began to argue that the reason why
we should only have one child was due to population control, I couldn’t help
but begin a discussion which would end up in her telling me that humanity was
doomed and me becoming quite frustrated. Of course, I sense a lot of my past
debating fever in her, especially since she had a smile on her face while I
became annoyed at her assumptions and lack of proof (besides, what I will
admit, is strong anecdotal evidence). In recent years, I have calmed down a bit
and begun to require much stronger evidence in order for me to actually
consider a position – I am happy to engage in a thought exercise (where there
is no conclusive evidence either way) but I reject opinions masqueraded as
evidence. The conversation ended abruptly with me (I would guess, visibly)
agitated and her calm but quiet. Perhaps she is preparing me for discussions
that I will have with my child(ren, depending on her thought process) in which
their passion carries them, with little or no regard to logic. I am certainly
one who has debated many a time with only passion to back my arguments. The
night cooled off after that – Eriko moved to the computer and I took a little
nap; Eriko moved to the massage chair and I resumed watching the game; I moved
to the computer and Eriko began writing her friend a hand-written letter. After
some time (four pages for Eriko) we started watching a documentary about the
forensic re-creation of the Kennedy assassination. Interesting stuff. The cool
mood continued, however, as very little words were exchanged. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.