After a wonderful evening at my favorite Irish pub with our very own Tuna (in town on naval business) here at the home port in Little Rhody (the Wayward Sailor knows the one of which I speak), I am now listening to The Missus Herself discussing the latest election with her baby sister.
So I'm catching perhaps one word in twenty. 'Tis been a while since I've had to resort to the language of her people, it's rusty I am. Truth be told, I never approached fluency, I knew a few strategic phrases. What little I knew I spoke very well. Very Korean sounding I was, so much so that my stock phrase of "I'm sorry, I don't speak much Korean" was always delivered well enough that my protestations of a lack of Korean were never really believed.
So I would just nod and smile. No doubt the Koreans outside of my family considered me to be some sort of genial half-wit.
Which isn't that far from the truth.
So I started the month off with this. The whole "Not my circus, not my monkeys" thing has become a very popular phrase in my vocabulary. (No, I don't know how to say that in Korean. Yet. But I am getting better at saying it in Polish. Which is kind of cool. To me at any rate. As always, YMMV.)
So a cuppla days ago, one of the valued members of the commentariat (a bear) left the following comment...
Well, turns out that the postman apparently does know who "Old AF Sarge" is, or perhaps the accurate address led the envelope to the correct destination. At any rate, a bear, package received, gave me quite a chuckle. Made my day as it were.
For the envelope contained that coin depicted in the opening photo and a funny cartoon...
|Borrowed from Pinterest, for purely educational purposes. Of course.|
It certainly beats talking about politics.
In any language.
To a bear, thank you very much. A very thoughtful (and most humorous) gesture.
When I boasted to The WSO of this newest acquisition, all she could say was -
"Oh no, now he's getting fan mail..."
Sigh, the progeny have turned against me...