Bummed, Mountain, Cat
I had a great half of a weekend. My Sunday School class went on a retreat to the lake; we enjoyed the last bits of summer, had good fellowship, studied Bible, and ate lots of great food that my sister cooked. It was wonderful.
But as soon as I cam back, I started to feel not as wonderful, and I've been rather bummed out, cranky, and disagreeable. So, even though there were lots of good things that happened, I don't feel like talking about it anymore.
So I'm talking about a couple of pictures instead.
This is a picture of Danyang, December 2002. It was the first time in many years that me and my parents had visited Korea during winter. We were there for a month, and during that time, we went on a little vacation with my Mom's friends and their husbands. They're great people, and humorous and sociable. It's incredible that my Mom and her two girl friends met in high school and have been close friends ever since.
My impression of Korea during winter was that the mountains look so triangular. Like rows of sandwiches. And it's bleak. Or maybe I just think it looks bleak, looking again at this picture, because lots of things happened between summer of 2002 and 20003 and I don't really want to think about it. I sort of wish there weren't many things to think about in that time.
This is Penny, an old cat that belongs to "Aunt Toto," who likes cats and sewing machines. She is a nice, gentle, old lady. Penny is named so because she once swallowed a penny, and it took more than a penny to have a surgery to get it out.
This is a rather candid shot of Penny I got almost by accident one cold winter day. I think it's a rather handsome picture of her. She's a pretty cat -- but so far, she doesn't like me enough to linger by me for more than a second, let alone let me pet her. Comes and goes by her own schedule and will, she does. That's cat.
But as soon as I cam back, I started to feel not as wonderful, and I've been rather bummed out, cranky, and disagreeable. So, even though there were lots of good things that happened, I don't feel like talking about it anymore.
So I'm talking about a couple of pictures instead.
This is a picture of Danyang, December 2002. It was the first time in many years that me and my parents had visited Korea during winter. We were there for a month, and during that time, we went on a little vacation with my Mom's friends and their husbands. They're great people, and humorous and sociable. It's incredible that my Mom and her two girl friends met in high school and have been close friends ever since.
My impression of Korea during winter was that the mountains look so triangular. Like rows of sandwiches. And it's bleak. Or maybe I just think it looks bleak, looking again at this picture, because lots of things happened between summer of 2002 and 20003 and I don't really want to think about it. I sort of wish there weren't many things to think about in that time.
This is Penny, an old cat that belongs to "Aunt Toto," who likes cats and sewing machines. She is a nice, gentle, old lady. Penny is named so because she once swallowed a penny, and it took more than a penny to have a surgery to get it out.
This is a rather candid shot of Penny I got almost by accident one cold winter day. I think it's a rather handsome picture of her. She's a pretty cat -- but so far, she doesn't like me enough to linger by me for more than a second, let alone let me pet her. Comes and goes by her own schedule and will, she does. That's cat.