Exchanging Underwear

I got up early to sit outside and read but it was raining so I went back to bed. When I got up again, it was 8:30. The rain had stopped so I went down to the courtyard to read. The rain started back up so I moved to a bench under the pergola (not sure I have ever used that word in a sentence before). When my hour was up, I went back upstairs. I ate breakfast and read through some e-mail. Then I got dressed and went to the thrift shop, taking with me the underwear I bought on Tuesday. There weren't that many books, so I shelved videos (lots of videos) and counted flash cards, and checked out games for missing pieces. As I was getting ready to leave, two bags of books were dropped off. Thankfully it did not take long to separate them. I picked up the two bookshelves that Mary Ann had dropped off (they look like the kind you can't reassemble, but we shall see) during a period when the rain had stopped. Mrs. Chung wrote me a note in Korean to give to the underwear seller explaining that I needed a smaller size. When I finished at the shop, I drove to gate 19 to catch the subway. I usually use gate 17 but Collier Field was being used by the commanding general for a change-of-command ceremony. When I got to Dongdaemun, I showed the seller the note. She waved me off without reading it. Finally I pulled the underwear from its bag and said "Exchange?". Then she read the note and gave me three in the colors I had selected in the smaller size. I wished her an enjoyable day in Korean. It is the one phrase I know and I use it as often as I can. Then I went to the other seller, and exchanged the flesh-colored ones too. She was much more cooperative. Then I went home. As I walked in gate 19, I was passed by a cavalcade escorting someone important onto post. No idea who. So I waited a bit before I headed out to the walk-in gate. When I got home, Michele was awake and on her computer. It was around 4. I raided the fridge, read e-mail and listened to some interviews. I ripped stitches as I listened to pass the time productively. Chris came home, but I had already eaten my lunch/supper. So he and Michele had leftovers. Cinnamon came around mewing vigorously, but for what reason we could not tell. I tried following her, but all she did was hide under the futon in the computer room. Chris went to bed early, and I made him a sandwich for tomorrow. Now I am going to bed, too.