I remember some such cases as "The time has come" or "I have to do this now" in a different level from the previous chapter of Two Cases of Goodbye.
Long time ago, a heavy smoker of 50-60 cigarettes a day stopped smoking in his 30s. It was not voluntary but against his will because of unbearable bronchitis. But thanks to it, he has been enjoying the appetite and health until now at the age of 78.

Golf play which I continued somehow though I had no pleasure to make a score since I had fallen in cerebral infarction. Tennis play which I began after 60 years old with my experience from the past. I broke off with both of them just over the age of 70 with no special reason.

I lost confidence in driving a car and returned the driver's license on my 72nd birthday in 2012. Surely I parted with my beloved vehicle XTRAIL at the same time. After a while, the bicycle, too.
Even so, I don't feel any inconvenience as far as I live in Urayasu City, though I am not making an effort to go walking to take advantage of the benefits.

In order to ask a visit to my homepage "Viva, Seniors!" with the English Edition Square to many more people around the world not to mention in Japan, I joined Facebook where I advertised it and clicked "いいね" (Like) to friends. I got tired of this site and quit it. I have not made use of any other SNS, which means that my use of PC is just for my homepage and emailing.

I stopped New Year's cards both of a postcard and an email several years ago.
I cancelled a cellphone due to its nuisance. It was useful when I lost sight of my wife during away from home, but no other convenience. I am interested in a smartphone as an onlooker, but I don't want to use it since I don't like its special skills like games, blog-hoppings, instagenic, ...

Therefore, my communication to outside is only by telephone and emailing. The result is naturally miserable. Very few New Year's cards are because of myself for sure, and very few telephone calls. Surprising is an email. Only publicity from medias other than from a couple of people sometimes.
Even so, a hakker does not overlook me.
Trouble broke into my PC twice lately. Impossible email sending and impossible communication with outside instruments like USB memory, camera, etc.
I tried to email to Mr. T of Current English Class several times in vain. I could not transfer the pictures taken during the recent travel to the PC.
I got in touch with a certain company and fortunately they solved my problem by a polite support for a long time. It was good this time, but I am afraid of next time.

I am now lazy to attend such meetings of people from the same area or the same school, and very few opportunities of drinking party with friends at a pub except the monthly drinking meeting with Mr. H. These are also among the reasons of my present situation right. Who did decluttering?

After all, a sound mind in a sound body?!
I take exercise at D Sports Club for one hour two days a week. I know it's better to increase frequency. What can I do for this laziness? Though I am now glad, now sad at my weight, blood pressure and pulse every morning and night.....

Well, from now on. I have to go out anyway. There will be a travel on the extended line. Since my wife feels up for it, I have to thank her.
I wrote a travelogue of "Kurobe and Uozu Districts for Four Days" (117th story in Zakki-cho) lately after a long time and found myself still OK. I reconsidered that I was not without my good point.
Not only going to nearby spas, go abroad again and also cruise, sooner or later. Have to stand up more straight for not being decluttered by Emiko.

I have lived ten years more than my father. Emiko is also healthy, so two of us are encouraging each other.
Shigezo, my father, devoted all his energies into the diving and picking of pearl oysters around Arafura Sea in northern Australia, and lived a sincere life after returning to Japan.

Kumano, my mother, married into Koshiba family under the agreement between their parents. Shigezo, her husband, went back to Arafura Sea in a hurry, staying here only for the marriage ceremony. After such short days, she spent all her time in the care of her parents-in-law and the seven brothers and sisters-in-law for eight years.
Shigezo never forgot his love's hard time forever. The stock phrase of my mother Kumano who lived until her age of 92 was "Your father was a respectful man for me. He is always bracing me for sure now."
I am their son.

Aside from my young days, our couple's happy marriage in senior days could be the same with theirs.
Until then, to be honest, Emiko was at the mercy of her husband's self-centered life, while giving birth to three children. I'll have to pay if I have any regret for my past.
Brain infarction attacked me at the age of 45 just as a bill for the irregular life style in the US for 2 years and a half, which resulted in my resignation from Daido Steel worked for 25 years, which led me to the life of ups and downs.
Thinking that's my way of life under the law of cause and effect, I actually thank brain infarction for my present happy days.
I am happy to hear no complaint of Emiko who suffered from the repercussions of my such self-centered way of life.
I earnestly wish Emiko's healthy and enjoyable long life and children's happiness.

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Apparently not afraid of being decluttered, I am satisfied with my nowadays at the age of 78.5. Sorry for my talking proudly and fondly

Disposal of Books

One unnecessary addition.
After mid December 2018, our couple had some experience of uneasiness.

Our home is on the 11th floor of one of the 12-story condominiums near Juntendo Hospital in Shin-Urayasu area.
It used to be 4 LDK (4 living rooms and a dining kitchin), 70 square meters wide. After the 3 children became independent, we reformed it to 3 LDK 20 years ago. Except the dining kitchin (flooring), living rooms are Emiko's sleeping room (6 tatami mat, Japanese style), my working room (nearly 6 tatami narrow flooring), and my sleeping room (4 tatami flooring).

Emiko seems to think the large-scale renovation of her room lately. I encourage her to enjoy it until she is satisfied.

To begin with?, she is trying to clear her books away. Books related to haiku-poem including a glossary of seasonal words for haiku poets, various magazines, albums, etc.
Most of the books on the shelf set at the corridor seem to be disposal objects. There would be others from her room as well.
She says, "It is better to let Bookoff buy them than to throw them away." I know she would be reluctant to part with anything all the same with her everyday life.
I have also decided to throw away some, and took out several books probably salable there. They are almost the same with brand new ones and books written by popular novelists.

After all, the whole books of ours have been full in two roller bags.
Answering my phone, a Bookoff staff said, "We cannot take them back at your home, but accept the disposal, too."

We made use of a bus to the store. Both of us had difficulty to lift the bags in the bus.

I open the bags at the store. The girl staff looks surprised at a lot of books. The chief male staff says after staring at them in the bags, "Could you come back in 30 minutes? We will finish the estimate then."
We returned there after strolling around the departments.

The chief seems to pretend not to see us for some reason, and the girl staff treats us again. She says,
"We will buy 16 books in total. You can take back the rest or we will dispose them under your suggestion"
Then after a while, she tells us with her eyes into some memo paper.
"Our quotation is totally 140 yen."
Emiko is struck dumb. I have expected such amount to some extent because of my previous experience, but it is less than one digit at least.
After we stared at each other for a while, Emiko agreed, saying, "Thank you."

On the way back, we entered a coffee shop on the first floor. 140 yen did not go towards anything.
But since the roller bags were empty, we decided to return home on foot, feeling relieved of our burden anyway.

Poor story! What about the 1,000 LP records next??