Lindsay’s Notes on an Intrepid Tuesday

7 a.m. Great news: my sister Jessica is going to have a baby girl! As much as we love the Reedster, we all were secretly (some not so secretly) hoping for a girl this time around. Last I heard, my mother has already named her and is planning her sweet 16th.

8:30 a.m. I wear a bright pink puffy down vest today to school on a bright sunny fall day. It was a risk. I feel like a snowman and realize I might be opening the door for ridicule from my students and co-teachers.

3:15 p.m. We start getting the first large fluffy snowflakes of the season in Gwangju. My puffy pink vest must have sent signals to the snow gods.

6:20 p.m. I fall asleep on the bus as usual. But this time, my keen sense of timed travel is a bit off. Must be the snow interfering with my satellites in the sky that tell me when I need to wake up and get off.

6:55 p.m. A loud Korean man is shouting at me from the distance. Oh it must be a dream. I am dreaming. No. I am awake. And it is the bus driver. I don’t know where I am. I look around. S.H.I.T. Missed my stop. I look around the bus. I am the only rider. “YOGI-YO!!” I yell to him from the back as if this giant empty bus were my own taxi. He lets me off.

7 p.m. I walk home beneath big white flakes of wet snow.

7:10 p.m. I run two miles to yoga class in the cold snow. But I must enjoy it now because Whit will bring me home from yoga and to the store to get that cheese I have been craving all day. I swear I am only going so I can get the cheese on the way home.

7:30: I am doing downward dog in yoga, wondering where my husband is who said I must go to yoga and meet him there.

7:50: Still no husband. Now on to backbends. Chest up!! Chin down!!

8:30: He must be outside waiting with the extra helmet he promised to bring.

8:45: My yoga teacher brings me home.

9:30: Dinner has arrived. And Whit explains we need two phones instead of one. And really, he says, it was just too cold to go back out in the weather. Hmmph.

3 thoughts on “Lindsay’s Notes on an Intrepid Tuesday

  1. Dan says:

    I have often said I miss driving a motorbike as much as anything from Korea. Even when I used to leave the house at 6:30am, in the dark, to drive a solid 30 mins, 12 months of the yr, in traffic that would have been dangerous in an SUV….just to teach for an hr I somehow used to enjoy it. I’m loving my heated seats now that I’m in Canada though…now only if they would do something about these pesky stop lights that seem mandatory here.

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