One of the pleasures of staying home is watching my dad eat. When I used to work and come home in the evenings, I would worry about him because he worked so hard but ate so little (and it would take at least two hours for him to finish dinner). Now that I am home also during the day, I am privy to a different aspect of his daily routine.
It is a few minutes past 1 p.m. and my dad is already eating his third meal of the day. There will be at least two more to come later today. The meals are small: coffee and crackers for breakfast, noodles or rice at mid-morning, beer and sundry dishes for lunch; then the same, except with sake, later in the afternoon and, finally, dinner which includes beer, sake, rice, various dishes, and fruit.
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