Nori

Avocado is delicious when you eat it alongside nori and wasabi-joyu.

Oh well, looks like even more nori bento today.

Today, too, will be a nori bento day.

Today, too, I'll be eating a nori bento.

It's the 10th of August of 2025, here on Lulu Island. Just before midnight, I eat a yellow-green apple, whilst reserving the salty sushi-chorizo rice with nori sheets and bitter-melon mung-bean soup in the refrigerator for my morning meal, later. These recent days have been uncomfortable for me due to a bad cold: How anachronistic for such blue-sky sunny days! At Tim Hortons café, I have been joking with Michael the ufologist about Trekker things such as the "Live Long and Prosper!" Vulcan greeting, the Romulan greeting "Jolan tru!" for "May your day be filled with peace!" and the Klingon greeting "nuqneH?" for "What do you want?" Michael liked The Original Series, but none of the new ones, unlike I. He watched also movies with Shatner and Nimoy. Michael doesn't read sci-fi, but pseudoscience about UFOs. He's like my other friend Bratislav who looks for reality in UFOs. I, on the other hand, accept that sci-fi is irreality for understanding reality. Sci-fi in various languages is what I read and watch. I'm still agnostic about UFOs.

In the morning of the 11th of August of 2025, I microwaved the salty sushi-chorizo rice with nori sheets and bitter-melon mung-bean soup. I had also a mug of lukewarm lemon water. I ate on the balcony. Sitting out there near under the potted branching plumeria redeems my lost days of summer. Later, I walked, picking blackberries to munch on the way, to Tim Hortons café, there to have oat-milk iced coffee. Rod stepped in to get breakfast with bottles of orange juice before his and his wife's long camper trip circulating the BC Interior, being back sometime in September. His wife Joanne is open-minded, spiritual, and likes the stars and planets. She's Ukrainian-descent. In the afternoon, sitting and standing on the balcony, feeling the warm breeze, I sip my iced lemon water in a mug. Down below, the neighbour Moli Wong's rose garden reminds me of an Earth scene in Isaac Asimov's book, Pebble in the Sky.