Free At Last!
Mr. Please-be-my-x has arrived safely at his mama’s house. His school never bothered to cancel his work visa. So, he had no trouble leaving.
I’ve been getting all kinds of great stories about him from his family. I emailed his brother to “encourage” him to a) go to rehab and b) never darken my door again. Apparently, he has had some kind of double life going on that involved lots of working. 😉
When his father passed away last fall, he sent them the most detailed list of reasons why he couldn’t go on account of his clients. He also used my “hospitalization” as an excuse. It reminded me of high school.
My sister never got away with anything and never understood why I generally never got caught. It’s all in the stories, people. To quote Judge Judy, “KISS”. My sister would spin the most elaborate tales to account for every minute when she was where she shouldn’t have been, but the rest of the time she was far more frugal with the details.
Anyway, his family believed his tales. He is far away (and an adult) so they probably just thought he was giving them an update on his life.
Yesterday, for the entire teaching day, a new restaurant was announcing their opening across the street. Usually, this is done with a pair of dancing girls, but this place had traditional Korean taffy makers and drummers. When I left work, the drummer was on a break but I got a photo of the costumes.
Here is my progress on Esther. The flowers really stand out more than the photo shows. I haven’t worked on it since Saturday. When I’ve finished cleaning my apartment, or at least made more headway…
I’ve decided that I should throw away about 50% of my crap. That is, if something has sat in a storage bin, untouched, since I moved here three years ago, then I probably don’t need it.
Well, I might need it.
Okay, so I’m a bit of a pack rat. That doesn’t make me a bad person. Unfortunately, I live in Korea, land of no closets. So, this seems like a good time to pack up his stuff and weed out my own.