Today, I went out to a department store to have lunch before buying extra supplies of grains in preparation for the move. There is a great salad bar with an abundance of hot and cold dishes, including desert and beverages, so I indulged in it. I feasted on a black rice and nuts dish, two dumplings filled with greens, two deep-fried honey chicken nuggets, a taste of a Spanish omelet and a sliver of pizza with Gorgonzola cheese, a spoonful of spicy Thai noodles, cold creamed acorn squash, kidney bean salad, apple salad, an assortment of fruit, and a cafe latte with a tiny portion of pound cake.
I hauled away a 10 kilogram bag of brown rice, a bag of muesli, a jar of coffee, and a couple of binders for the office. I also selected a couple of items for a full moon ritual that I intend to execute at the next Wednesday afternoon class with the civic employees. Since D is going to drive me up to the campus, I can take a load of stuff there.
Koreans do full moon celebrations, so I'll show the class an old style Wiccan full moon rite that I found on the internet. It requires an altar with candles and chants. I bought hand-held sparklers and just one candle, for all my household candles are packed up. We're supposed to go outside, and pass the candle from person to person, who each cite part of a prayer. Full moon rituals, so my sources say, are intended to bring light into the darkness, that is combat the darkness of winter with light and look to the ancestors for wisdom.
In reviewing the tasks I must do this coming week, I worked on resolving an unpaid bill. I've asked L to take care of it for me via an email message, but there has been no reply as yet. I therefore am asking M, whom I am sure won't object. I'm sending him a packet of the bon-bons I bought in Insadong, Seoul as a payment for the favour. Today, I wrote out the cheque and a letter to M.
M used to be a neighbour in my apartment building in Vancouver. The conditions in the building were degenerating because the family who owned it was degenerating, particularly because of the elder son who had alcohol and marijuana addictions and liked to party up and do trade with the drinkers and druggies he'd let live in the apartment. Some of those residents were quite destructive and caused a lot of problems. The volatile temper of the owners' relations who stayed in the building to supposedly manage the place did not help. I stayed there too long after completing my graduate degree and working for a while because of a weak financial situation and a lack of a new life plan. M, however, dug his heels in and went to war with the landlord. While I and others certainly made several challenges to the authorities, M used the courts, occasionally winning and holding his ground in the building. Yet, the constant tension caused him to be anxious all the time. He became obsessed with the problems of the building and the battles with the owners and their agents. After I left and came here to Korea, I'd get messages from him and have conversations and it was always the same ranting. He'd denounce and criticize and seemed constantly upset, so that it got unpleasant to be around him. He got into a physical altercation and suffered physical pain as well. When I heard from him in December, I was pleased to learn that he had gotten out of that building.
His words seemed calmer and his life more settled and peaceful. I hope so. M is a compassionate and generous soul with a great sense of humour who is well cultured and very sociable. He deserves a better life.