My apologies, and thanks.
I was really sick yesterday afternoon, and KP, Jack, Charlie, Dad, Anna Lee, the whole box and die of loved ones were all ready willing able to call me in the small window after work when I can use the pone here. But I had a chronic headache and bellyache. Couldn't even offer Oh Charlie the sympathy he needed after having a car aim for and meet his bike as he cycled to Toby's to call me. Couldn't offer sympathy to Jack, who was crook as and dragged his sorry arse to work as two containers of chairs had arrived. Couldn't go out to dinner with friendly American Luke from upstairs as I was busy spewing in the shower. Couldn't even get down to the letterbox to see that I'd 'received Charlie's package' (kisses). Ahhh it was an average night.
Better today... and I should say, it's Thursday, which means the weekend is nearly here! I do believe I'm gonna see some palaces and shit, I mean tourist sites, on Saturday which will be good. Then go to Ethan's exhibition which I've invited pretty much everyone I know to... Anyways. Gotta get my classes planned...
Lyrics for this morning: Modest Mouse: Ocean Breathes Salty:
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
3 comments:
hey darlin' i hope you are feeling better. let me know if you need anything...
and we all float on okay.
ah, what a load of hippy claptrap! nobody floats!* we thrash and flail and occasionally run into things really hard [and it hurts]. but we try to give each other our best selves and things are made easier by the smallest touches and the slightest gestures. i love you like nobody's business, lil' gal, and i'll be here.
*it is rather a good song, though.
kisses to both. how lucky i am.
i just had a successful encouner at the pharmacy. it was reinforced to me, this 'han' business, the inexplicable 'korean-ness' from which modesty, heartburning, rancour, and lamentation are the products. i go into the pharmacy, as if anyone speaks english. the women laugh, shrug, look embarrassed and look as though they wish i'd go away. i persist: i need some paracetamol, for a headache... eventually i get ibuprofen, and the skin cream i need, and am asked where i come from, why i'm here, if i teach at her son's school, she has two sons, is very concerned that they are learning english properly... this is a typical encounter with a korean...
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