The Korean Minister

So, the nightmares have subsided for the time being. Now it seems that the days are scarier than the nights. Oh well, at least I'm getting some sleep....That is until the Korean Minister wakes me up.

On the Korean Minister:

So the other day. I'm sleeping peacefully. Thankfully. Then, I am abruptly brought into the land of the living by the muffled voice of a man. Ugh. I hate living in an apartment but, who the heck is it? Despite the sheer volume, I'm unable to make out the voice. It's only one voice. There is no dialogue. The cadence is not English. So, I guess it is coming from my Korean neighbor underneath me. This was at 5 in the morning. It was only for about an hour. Unfortunately, this has continued twice a day, regularly. Interjecting loudly around 6 am then again around 10 pm. Not to mention the two times last night, one at 2 in the morning and again at 5 in the morning.

So if you know me well, you know this is a major issue. But, I'm also very respectful of the elderly. She's a nice lady in her 80's, maybe older. Her husband is sick. I think he was in assisted living or the hospital for awhile. Now he's back.

So, how could I begrudge him his minister time. I wish they would choose to play this at other times. But, then.....

I left my apartment the other day. I looked and there they were. Wife and husband. Wife caring for husband. Husband unable. She was rubbing some lotion on his slightly fuzzy head. I made up my mind that I had to get over this.

I can't help the frustration I feel about the noise. Especially at 2 in the morning. I think about what I saw. What did I see? Love? Devotion? Vows?

I heard the Korean Minister. I saw the vows.