Just now getting to sleep because I spent Saturday in Seoul, doing Spring shopping. Then when i came back to town at night, I needed to go out with a friend whose pet died. It's important to be with people when they're hurting. She and I went for late-night kimbap, then coffee, and I'm convinced that she's doing well.
Here's my thanks from Friday and today (Saturday), and some notes from Class on Friday and shopping today.
171. Busker-Busker songs in almost-spring.
They're a Korean indie band known for their springtime songs and we are So.
Close. To that time of year.
172. Walking to school with a new 1st-grader,
Jinman, who made lovely conversation.
173. JY being back today--that neighboring desk
feels more homey with her here.
174. My thumb joints. There's just something
interesting about thumbs and their two hinge points, not three. 3-13-15
175. Subway for Myeongdong arriving just in
time.
176. Sleepy train cars, full of peace.
177. Other women wearing cute shoes.
Surprisingly, I'm happy just to see quality footwear on anybody--unique boots,
shiny heels, etc.
178. A store with a lot of Jean fabric referring
to it's upstairs stock of pants as "The Denim Bar".
179. Dresses on the rack, trimmed in lace and
frills.
180. Western-ish fare for lunch, hamburger steak
and fries.
3-14-15
Friday, 9 AM
Happy morning! Saw Yunho in the hallway and he
walked toward me with one hand raised in a curved pose that I recognized--half
of a heart. I quickly figured out the counter-sign and touched his hand with my
own half-heart as we passed, neatly as if we'd practiced it.
A minute later, I passed Soonhyuk, who looked
upset and demanded in Korean, "with Yunho, did you do this, this,
this?" He held up a half-heart hand and pointed to a smiling Yunho down
the
hall. I said I had and Soonhyuk stomped off to
say something fussy to Yunho.
On the walk to school, I had a really nice talk
with one of SG's homeroom boys, Jinman, who stayed by my side for a long time
and was excellent company.
Got 5 classes today-- 3 regular, then lunch,
followed by 2 conversation classes, but I quite look forward to it--I'm
privileged to get to do it.
Saturday, 1 PM: I was standing at the train station platform in my home town, reading "Catcher in The Rye," as I waited for the train. It's a book about a teenage boy who can't connect with anybody--he keeps trying to talk to people, and nobody listens or truly sees him, no matter how hard he tries.
I nearly jumped a foot off the ground when I heard a voice directly behind me say, "Spoilers; nobody talks to him." It was one of my guy-friends in town, who had managed to sneak up and wittily comment on my literary selection instead of just saying "boo". It was a pretty awesome moment, I have to say.
And my shopping expedition to Myeongdong is going well.
I like wading through the aisles and racks to find MY colors, patterns,
fabrics, cuts. It's soothing.
