Friday, October 31, 2014
Turkish bath
Saturday, October 25, 2014
날벼락 핼로윈
Friday, October 24, 2014
Lightning Halloween
Saturday, October 18, 2014
나이스 샷
Friday, October 17, 2014
Nice shot
With a sharp, clear sound, the ball flew like an arrow into the bright blue sky. J's mouth was slightly open, her sharp hawk-like eyes following the ball. It landed gently on the green, close to the flag.
"Nice shot~"
A chunk of grass and dirt flew off to the side, and the ball barely moved. L carefully placed the turf back into the divot and pressed it down with her foot. Then she hit the ball again, but it still landed weakly, like a balloon with no air.
I rested my chin on the golf cart handle and watched my two friends play. Golf is supposed to come with tension — focusing your mind, making that perfect swing, sending the small ball flying into a tiny hole beneath the flag. But me? I don’t really feel like putting my energy into getting the ball into that little hole.
I’ve been to a golf course only three times, always dragged there by my friends. The first time, I had never even held a golf club before. I felt awkward stepping onto the perfectly trimmed grass, so I just sat on a hill and waited for the game to end.
The second time, I was at the driving range trying to swing when the guy next to me must’ve gotten frustrated.
“That’s not how you do it~”
he said, suddenly stepping close behind me.
“This is how you swing.”
His sweaty scent hit me — ugh, it was such an unpleasant feeling. Whether my ball flew or sank into the ground, what gave him the right to interfere?
Maybe if hitting the ball and getting it into the hole meant making money, I’d be more motivated. But honestly, golf just isn’t for me. People say you can get addicted once you get a taste for it — maybe I’m just ignorant of that thrill.
Our daily lives already feel like a game of golf — constantly trying to hit a small target, under pressure, competing, staying tense. We go to the golf course to escape that pressure, not to carry it with us. So struggling there too? It doesn’t appeal to me.
J, full of confidence, swung her club again. The white ball soared into the blue sky and landed near the flag.
“Nice shot,”
I found myself saying — but in my own way:
“Aigoo.”
A little burst of joy escaped me. Maybe this is why people enjoy golf. J, shouting something I didn’t quite understand — “Par four!” — raced off in the cart to the next hole, not even looking back.
The green grass began to fade under the setting sun.
“It feels like it’s time to head home,”
I thought,
“but when will J and L be ready to leave?”
Saturday, October 11, 2014
놀람 교향곡
도시락 들고 나가는 남편을 배웅하기가 무섭게 가는 청춘이 아쉬운 듯 밖으로 쏘다녔다. 오페라 공연, 재즈 축제, 미술관, 공원 등으로 헤매다 저녁에 집에 와 한술 뜨고는 잠에 떨어졌다.
“가스에 뭘 올려놓고 왔길래. 빨리 집으로 가 봐.”
Friday, October 10, 2014
Surprise Symphony
Maybe it was because this summer wasn’t too hot. The weather felt like a beautiful Korean autumn day, and I just couldn’t stay inside. As soon as I said goodbye to my husband who left with his lunchbox, I ran outside, like I didn’t want to waste my youth. I wandered around — to opera shows, jazz festivals, museums, parks.n In the evening, I came home, ate a quick bite, and fell asleep.
I had tried so hard not to spread any smell of doenjang. As an Asian, I didn’t want people to think I was smelly or messy. I always tried to smile politely and act classy.
Even when the uniformed doorman opened the door or carried things to the elevator,
I always worried — “Should I give him a tip or not?”
My husband said with a serious face,