Summertime blues

Sorry it has been so long since I posted anything of substance. It has been a crazy, crazy month. From the successful last push to put the finishing touches on Cathy's AMAZING new store, to the rocking festival I booked in Montana, to the 12+ hours I have spent in layovers, delays and canceled flights in Colorado, Montana, New Hampshire and DC, it has been a sleepless whirlwind few weeks.

Currently I am Philly for a few days sitting on a music panel and continuing to get fat from lack of aerobic motion. I want to give a full rundown of the past months events, but it seems too dense to get to in one post. I will hopefully do a slow roll-out along with photo's. In the meantime, let's talk Cathy's parents....

Last weekend, my one weekend at home, Cathy was at the store and got a call from her folks saying they wanted to drop food off at the Chungkohn palace. Since Cathy has yet to actually tell her folks that she is a small business owner (god forbid!) she put the onis of parental interaction squarely on me, her poor non-Korean speaking Jewish man-servant-man.

Cathy's mom is a little sprite of woman with boundless energy to feed her children and her children's partners. I have had three conversations with her. Ever. They consist of the following topics:

1. Hungry?
2. Eat this.
3. I will give you this to eat.

Cathy informed me that both her parents were going to stop over and deliver food. Since they didn't have a cell phone, and the Chungkohn palace door ringer doesn't work in humidity, I was instructed to wait for them on the stairs outside. When they did finally arrived, they didn't come in the house, even though I invited them in. Instead, they proceeded to enact what could only be a "drive by feeding." The car parked illegally in the bus zone, they opened the trunk and forced food upon me Although I succeeded in not taking the bag of onions and dried fish cakes, they were able to leave DC less the following items:

one 5 gallon tub of kimchi
5 pound sack o' potatoes
8 pound bag of enriched white rice
bag of clementines
bag of oyster mushrooms
5 home grown cucumbers (very good)
5 whole, unfrozen large croaker fish
bag of scallions
dried squid stuff/thing
large bag of crushed garlic
bag of carrots
bananas
bag of cherries


(tub of kimchi)

Thanks Chung's.

To prepare you for the next post, I have attached a picture of the chuckwagon from the festival. The positioning of this was completely unintentional.

Sherry never forgets

Sherry never forgets. My mother found my blog, read the posts about herself.

The Fix

We built a store. Or we almost built a store. I am tired, but proud of the work Cathy and I (with some quality help) have accomplished. At the end of April I had no handyman skills whatsoever. Really. I had never painted a room before or put up a set of shelves.



To date, I have earned my merit badge in:

1. drywall patching
2. sanding, wood refinishing
3. caulking
4. basic carpentry
5. piss-poor plumbing
6. painting
7. cursing
8. yelling
9. sweating
10. accidental limb painting
11. paint stripping
12. creative design of natural gas piping, metal piping
13. questionably legal worker negotiating
14. old ass window repairing
15. plumber crack showing
16. humming to myself while I work-ing