::A Geek in Korea::

I got kicked out of the house with Yoshi while my wife went on another cleaning rampage. I had encoded some Simpsons, again, and grabbed a bag of amusements for myself. I also had some plastic bags to keep Yoshi’s mess under control. We headed out after a rainstorm had cooled down everything.

I had planned to be outside the house for at least 90 minutes, which seems to be about the time needed for things to get moderately clean enough for me to escape problems when I return. A 90 minute walk is a lot, so I planned to go to a pagoda area near the river, watch some Simpson episodes, then return.

I had miscalculated how far the pagodas were from my house. The only time I ride the length of the river trail pass the pagoda area is when I ride my bike. I’ve never actually walked the entire length of the area from my apartment to the place before with Yoshi. It’s a lot farther than we normally go. It wasn’t a big deal, because I had some podcasts I wanted to listen to and Yoshi will walk anytime he’s out of the house without incident.

When we finally GOT we were going, we had a few problems. One of the pagodas was filled with people eating. That’s no good for someone with a dog. The next one had an older couple with their own dog. Yoshi wanted to bother that dog, but it was sitting on an old man’s lap. I had to move on. There was a set of seats available, and I had just arranged the dog and my mp3 player to get comfortable when a group of three young men each with a dog in tow walked past. Of course Yoshi wanted to meet everyone one of these dogs personally. He was whimpering to visit the newcomers, so we went down to the river area and got to meet them.

As soon as I let Yoshi off the leash, it started raining again. I had to chase him down, leash him up, and get under the shelter again. The three men with their dogs joined me, and we all let our dogs run around for a bit. I decided to head back, as the sky looked to get darker as I went. I got about half way to my house when another downpour started. I looked around. I saw some steps leading over a hill I had never been up before. There were some trees on either side, and what could have been a park. If there is a park, then there is a pagoda for parents. I ran up the hill, worried I’d need to run the entire way back to my apartment soaked head to toe with all my electronics in my lap dripping. Why hadn’t I carried an umbrella?!

I was in luck. There was a pagoda! I ran inside, found a clean seat, fired up the mp3 player again, and waited out the storm. It was another 45 minutes or so before the rain had stopped enough for me to venture outside to work my way home. I got a call from home, “It’s raining? Where are you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m on my way home. See you soon.”

Seems I had killed enough time for her to have cleaned the entire house for once. We got home and I was told to immediately to clean myself up before I messed up the house. Next in line was the dog. Eventually everything in the house got cleaned.