Day 383

Saturday | March 16th, 2013


On Saturday Meow came home again. On Saturday Meow was sick all day again. The dogs and I retreated to my office. Me to work and the dogs to bask at the only master left and beg for whatever they could eek out of me even if just a moment’s petting. The disappearance of a master must be like specters of grim and ill haunting their most sacred places for the days and weeks Meow has suffered since November wrought its first ugly affliction.


I went out for a tiny bit to meet Meow at the city busstop. But she had gotten on the wrong bus and was destined to see Gyeongju backwards—the city’s edge, the market, the slow train station, the city’s edge, the other slow train station, my campus, the university hospital, our neighborhood, and then the busstop across the street from where we were to meet.


Eventually she had to admit it was just simpler to hop off and take a cab the rest of the way home. I snapped pictures as I made my way back. Sick Meow was wanting for me when I returned.

The rest of the day and evening was spent pouring over class materials, swearing abou the ones I did not make myself, and struggling to find some balance between where the students are supposed to go (in their English class), where the materials are pushing things (the materials made by others), and how my teacher-logic told me to put things together.

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