it.
got.
cold.
don't worry. i'm taking my vitamins and teaching my children too not cough into their desk partners face, but instead at least their hand... only time will tell if they'll ever understand why i'd like them to use their elbows. so never mind learning polite public manners, lets teach kindergarten children about past, present and future tense verbs. sentences please. also could you read that 5 chapter book with them and complete their 2nd grade math books... oh and while you're at that, explain the way the piston in a pneumatic grabbing arm works and how the moon causes the tides, waxes, and wanes...uh, oh yes excuse me, hello there... i'm sorry i didn't realize that when i signed up for this i'd have to teach ALL subjects! couldn't we just color pictures and play with toys? talk about silly kid things...
shit. i hope...! ah nah, of course i can teach it, but what in the world.. what if i wasn't able. i think there'd be some pretty messed up kids out there thinking apples weighed less than strawberries, and 15-9 = 24, pink was green, and the gat kat that sat on the lat ... well, it was really the fat cat sat on the mat... ugh, phonics.
ballz, why didn't i think of teaching them silliness earlier, would have been a good laugh. honestly though, i've been amazed at what these children learn.
i digress.... the cold. it's addled my brains. all scrambled and frozen up. i would mention something here tying it together about the vomit i see while walking through the streets to work, but it'd just be too much to handle through the blog.
there's something about the cold here, that kicks on all survival instincts just by walking outside. everything else evaporates from your mind with a kick in the ass from a bone-dry, ice-cold wind. brrrrrr!
nothin' like the crisp pierce of ice to the brain on a morning walk to work.
november went by in a blur. seems like these months have been doing that, can't say that i mind. i would say cold is fun in small snowy doses, otherwise it can just roil around in siberia. they've been dealing with it ages longer than i have.
november saw:
friends leave, cakes being baked (finally a mini oven), thanksgiving being ate, and a trip to a far off temple (pictures in a separate blog).
enjoy the captures
the first mess to emerge from the mini oven... halloween hangover pie!
icing
as the night was clearly drawing to a close, david couldn't resist the urge to give terrence one last ice before his time was over. great job!
T.H.A.N.K.S.G.I.V.I.N.G
happy thanksgiving mr. ireland, how's it feel to participate in american tradition. bahahaha.
no mess of eating is complete without cass and soju.
no thanksgiving is complete with out the enjoyment of pumpkin pie, even from costco
the thanksgiving spread. mmmmmhhh
Next stop Haeinsa... ding-ding-ding
