The really good bloggers, I hear, have the type of time-management skills that allow them to live full and vibrant lives while also regularly sharing their experiences with their reading public. But not MsCaroline. I always thought I was a good multitasker, but it turns out I can either lead an interesting life, or I can write regular blog posts, but - apparently - I can't do both.
In essence, it has been a couple of weeks of...for lack of a better word..... BlogFail.
I take full responsibility for this failure, except that I want to point out that it's not really my fault. I've been preoccupied
But let it not be said that MsCaroline is a quitter! No, she is not! So, without further ado - even though at this very moment I should be composing wheedling emails begging people to come help me decorate for the cast party - I give you the condensed version of the last few weeks and just a few of the reasons for my Blogfail:
Son#1 is coming home for the summer after all: Due to
A (surprise) trip to the Seoul Zoo with my friend L: Like so many things in Seoul, this trip did not turn out quite like we expected, (primarily because we thought we were going to the Botanical Gardens, not the Zoo,) but we are nothing if not intrepid, and it turned out to be fun anyway. The Seoul Zoo is located in an aesthetically beautiful (yet physically challenging) location
|Also note cherry blossoms, which we were lucky to see before the rain ruined them. Read on.|
Driving in Seoul and buying a new (to me) car: Again: so much excitement, so little time. Driving here is just as terrifying as I thought it would be, but also strangely exhilarating in a death-defying sort of way, like bungee-jumping with a frayed cord, or handling snakes, or sailing solo around Cape Horn in a hurricane. Seoul traffic being what it is, we decided on a more or less disposable car. All I cared about was whether it would hold several teenagers and groceries, and that it had air bags. MrLogical, after carefully combing the used car ads, told me that he had found the perfect vehicle for me - a sort of mash-up of a station wagon and a minivan - which - based on its excellent condition and mileage - appeared to have belonged to a little old ajumma who only drove it to church on Sundays. We got to the lot where the dealer showed it to me with a flourish.
"See?" said MrLogical, "What did I say? It's got you written all over it."
I agreed that it seemed serviceable and functional, the price was right, and that I would be comfortable driving it, although mint green would not have been my first choice. The deal was struck, and we made the necessary arrangements.
On the way home, though, I just couldn't get rid of the nagging sensation that it looked like something I'd seen before: short, stumpy, roomy inside with a sort of rounded exterior...tallish for its breadth...and then it came to me:
We had bought me a clown car.
See you around town.