Milepael åttiseks

You want to know what pleasure is?

I will tell you what pleasure is!

Pleasure is discovering that I am eighty-six years old, and that Mari asked if I would like to have lunch at Sushi on Oracle!

It started with miso soup and a beer or two, skipped on along through a tempura appetizer, and settled pleasantly into a platters of sashimi and sushi.

Mari asked the server

if she would take a picture or two

since it was my birthday,

and that is how a dessert plate

became the finale.

I do not know

yet

whether I shall ever

enjoy lunch more,

but it is my plan

to aspire.

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