Day 211

Tuesday | September 25th, 2012


So Tuesday was up late and rolling into work just after the bell, teaching for two hours, then rolling home. Again, that straight shot over the bridge and through the drinking spot (and not the woods) throwing me for a bit.

I decided to veer off the left first chance I got. There’s other stuff over ’round that way, but I’d never been through there before. It’s odd to walk along a different riverbank than the one I’ve been walking along since I hit this town. It’s maybe not as picturesque as the other one, perhaps it’s even a bit ghetto. If anything it reminds me a whole heck of a lot of the tiny river going through Ch’ilgok.

Another move, even one which has taken me a mere five blocks to the left and one and a half blocks up, puts everything inside out again. All old is new again. All things which had become the staples: Big Sale, DK Fitness, noisy drunks, makgeoli houses, traffic, slip off and become other, newer things. Things like crickets, silence in the bones of the night, roads without sidewalks, Meat & Mart (formerly known as Mart & Meat), bathhouses, old people.

I spent time trying to clean the windows of my room after I returned home. Mostly all I accomplished was Windexing the inside windows and blowing lots of dirt and dust off of the outside. The Chinese character ornaments collect muck like flypaper, but I think will be impossible to clean until I figure out how to take out the windows themselves. I think it’s a next spring project: take out the windows (hero image, top), remove the glass, pull out the ornaments, clean the ornaments with a toothbrush, let dry, spray paint black (because black is awesome!), put some protecting coat on the frames, put everything back where it goes. Definitely not a temperature falling sort of activity.

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