Back on the floor, boy!
This weekend is Lunar New Year, otherwise known as Chinese New Year in the west. We’re heading out to Pohang to MyeongHee’s mom’s house for the weekend. Another weekend on the floor. I hate it. Last time I brought my bicycle so I could at least sit on something even if it was just a small saddle crammed up my rear. No chance this time, as we got a nice layer of snow last night. No bicycling this time.
This wouldn’t be any different from any other holiday weekend on the floor except that we’ve got a house-full of pups to bring with us. Too little to stay alone, we’re bringing the whole crib with us. It should be fun since they’re at the playful stage now – in between sleeping, that is. They still sleep about 80% of the time.
I have to wear a suit when we go for holidays. I wear it for the ancestor ceremony at dawn and for the visit to MyeongHee’s father’s grave. I only wear it for 4 hours. I can’t find the pants that go with my suit this time. I only have one suit.
Last time, I was out riding the bike while MyeongHee packed up everything. I’m blaming the missing pants on her, but that won’t bring them back. She’s angry that I won’t be wearing the suit. The clothes I have aren’t sloppy, but I won’t look as sharp as usual. It’ll have to do since it’s now too late to buy anything else. Oh well.
Please tell me you will at least be wearing some pants!