I am feeling very depressed about learning Korean right now (though I have been updating my 한국어 공책!), but what happened Thursday morning amused me.
Mother called, while Good Man was still asleep. I answered the phone and we spoke in Korean (of course).
“Yes, how are you Mother?”
“Why are you home? Are you sick?” she cried, sounding worried.
“No, today is…American Chuseok,” I said. “[Good Man] is sleeping.”
She understood both of my stories, and I finally woke Good Man up. After she’d finished talking to Good Man, I picked up the phone again.
Mother told me to be well and then suddenly spoke tat tat tat fast. Although I couldn’t repeat what she said, I immediately understood.
“Don’t start any more fires!”