—1—
I watched my first K-drama. My 19-year-old got into them while away at college and I asked her to show me her favorite. I went into it expecting a Mexican telenovela since that's my only frame of reference when it comes to foreign dramas, but so far I'm two episodes in to νΉλλλ (King the Land) and really enjoying the sitcom meets rom-com feel, but cleaner.
I watch Spanish language media without subtitles all the time and I get at least most of what's going on, so my brain kept telling me "Okay, we're in a foreign language now so you should definitely understand the words in this K-drama." My eyes kept drifting away from the subtitles and then I would have this moment of confusion at why I couldn't follow the plot.
Actually, I did understand a few words because of our week studying South Korea last summer. But if a K-drama plot involves anything other than people introducing themselves or thanking each other, I'm lost.
—2—
My dad's dog recently passed away, so my kids started thinking about what happens after you die. Not the metaphysical part, just about the immediate logistics. At dinner, they were asking me questions about how cremation or embalming/burial works, and then my 13-year-old said to me, "What do you want after you die?"
I told them that if they bury me, skip the expense of a fancy casket and bury me in a plot designated for natural burials (no chemicals or materials that don't decompose are allowed in the ground.) But I understand that's logistically complicated and has to be done within a few days of death because you can't be embalmed. So another option is cremation, and in that case I'd want each of the kids to take some of my ashes to keep or sprinkle somewhere they like to think about me.
"I'll sprinkle you in the van," my 13-year-old said. "That's the place I see you the most."
—3—
At the high school, seniors can buy a parking space and paint it if they want. I thought this parking spot was next level.
—4—
I was thinking about something as I was on a run this week: I don't aspire to run a race of any length, ever. I don't even like it when people say "good morning" to me when I run past them on the street, I certainly don't want to make it a social activity.
Even though I run 2.5 miles two to three times a week, I don't consider myself a runner. I don't even particularly like or dislike running. It's kind of like brushing my teeth. It feels good to have done it, but I have no desire to elevate it to hobby status.
—5—
Are we about done with kids droning "6,7"? Watch this if you need an explanation for what that means, I'm too sick of hearing it to talk about it.
My 9-year-old tells me that there's a rule at his gym that anyone who says "6, 7" has to climb the rope.
And I'm in favor of that. I may just install a rope in my two-story living room for that very purpose if it works!
—6—
I went to a restaurant for lunch this week at a correctional facility. The restaurant is only open for an hour in the afternoon as part of a work rehabilitation program where the inmates cook and wait tables.
Lunch only costs a few dollars, if you don't mind the dress code (no jewelry, hoodies, purses, or phones) or having security hold onto your ID while you eat, just in case.
I went there for my friend's birthday lunch, and I simply love that this was her request of restaurant.
—7—
Q: Tell me you're a child without telling me you're a child.
A: You think the arm of the sofa is a coaster.
 |
| Sadly, this is a real, 100% unstaged photo. |
It was really confusing when I confronted the guilty child, because their defense was "It was empty!" As if my rational response would be "Well, why didn't you say so? My mistake, that is the place to leave your garbage!"
No comments:
Post a Comment