I’m yawning and trying to wake up after a nap, but I’m here! (Sort of!)

Will be back in 9 minutes.

Hi @MM, RL has that kind of effect! I spend today very busily from going to the polls (we had our General Election today!) to preparing for formation for adults, to the formation itself, etc. I’m exhausted, but I managed to wake up for this party!

Hi @WE! Let’s start NOW!

We start with a scary nightmare… but the nightmare ends with someone saving HS. We don’t get to see whom.

Hello @WE

Hi @SD, trying not to get too tired is always a given! SH says he hangs around her, not because of the debt but has to hide the real reason why.

Poor kid watches as Cha comes along to ‘steal’ his first love’s attention.

There is suddenly a big noise outside my window: hey, it’s raining litteraly ice cubes here!! Famous “Giboulée de printemps”.

Ooh @WE! It’s raining Hail stones!

Noisy outside but noisy in HS’s office as well. She gets a sore throat but gets to unburden her woes by just letting SH read her mind instead of having to speak. That’s a real advantage to having a fried who can read her mind.

SH has enough money from his parents so that he can pay to have Min’s phone tracked.

Cha thinks of SH as a young kid but SH sees Cha as a rival.

@WE, only we on this thread understand what you mean whether you use telepathically or not. LOL.

This is the continuation of how HS learns to see matters from the client’s point of view.

All 3 lawyers are in disagreement over Deaf Grandpa’s case. And the worse thing for Cha is that he gets assigned the case when he wants to take HS’s side. LOL I like seeing the 3 judges. They are always mistaken or shocked in how they judge people outside the courtroom incorrectly.

When the weekend comes for HS to visit Mum, it’s time for Killer Min to get into action.

Oh clever, @GB! The light bulb went on for me. I was not really thinking of the meaning of the title beyond the obvious that SH can hear the voice of people’s thoughts. But you are right! There is that additional layer throughout these episodes, hearing the voice of the one who is wronged, and not just in the obvious way, but understanding the reasons behind their actions, ‘their point of view’.

@GB, the writer doesn’t hesitate to setup this in front of our eyes, with the scene when Min shuts down the camera. So we are now in dramatic-irony mode, we know but characters don’t know. We can just hope something will jam his plan. Or being unsure of what could really happens.

I sometimes says that, but what is the best twist? We often expect something will prevent a bad situation, but ultimatly the best twist is there is no one, and something disrupting seriously the narrative happens.

Soo-Ha makes it in a way that granpa can’t think he has pity for him, but just calculation about reduced price for 3 breads. So first he uses telepathy, then chooses the best strategy according to people feeling. What he does most of the time, by the way.

“Romantic” high-five one. 🙂
Of course, as in any love triangle situation, the 3d person is ALWAYS here to witness it. I guess it part of the magic of kdramas. LOL.

@WE Double love triangles. Soon Bin also in a love triangle and witnesses that SH is also in some kind of love triangle.

Grandpa gives HS a warm yoghurt drink LOL. But at least he apologises as Cha had requested.

Finally Min clicks on the text and can be traced.

“to love others”, not “to live”.
Shit, I fail my comments today.

@WE, you have a struggle with comments, I struggle with staying awake!

I come to the end with HS and mum’s conversation. The most important thing: she listened to her mum’s voice (and now we will watch the rest to see if she followed through).

@MM, I wish I could type in my sleep and still keep the conversation going and making sense!

@MM you can still join us from a future time since we read comments even days later!! Better than telepathy!

@SD, take your time and finish watching. We’ll read your comments later too!

I’m off now. Got to sleep horizontally and not while slouching in the chair!

@MM, I read your comments soon, when you are not away from keyboard. 😉
I’ve to go now. Will come back during this week. Have a good week everybody!

@MM, typing straight from our thoughts or dreams would not be pretty. Wim Wender has a great film regarding this (Until the End of the World). Everyone who does that gets trapped by their own desire to see those you are now dead, or to see times past. The grief stricken get pulled into their grief.

Not quite done. I decided to paste a poem I wrote up a few weeks ago. Sorry, it is a bit long. I was asked to come up with a poem for the phrase ‘green fruit’ for a wine tasting and poetry reading. The poem is a bit about grief (and uses the idea that we cannot relive our past), but I also used the idea of kairos, the perfect time, which is why I am posting it here. I actually wrote two poems for the same phrase both referencing kairos, but the other I am still working on (not that this doesn’t need work, it is just in the current draft state and not changing for now, lol). Juneberries are small fruit which looks like blueberries but are slightly more tart. They grow in the mountains in northern Montana.

We cannot come again

The lower bushes are barely leafed,
the trees are bare budded, tips too high to see.
The grass has browned to dun and sand.
The bits of new grass seem but a mirage
to disappear as we look to the distance in a dry spring.

We look for juneberries hanging low above the creek
as full as it can be in the flush of what is left
of a May snow, waters that run over the rock dams
each summer’s children make.

The cottonwoods have not yet blanketed
the ground with blousy tissues of soft tufts.
We look for bright plum-blue ripeness
but we are early and we cannot come again.

Last summer we filled our plastic ice cream buckets full
but this year the leaves were slow to unfurl
and the shadows are longer than before.
The juneberries hang low, yet unripe:

bitter, small, shriveled.
We focus on the far horizon and overlook
the stems of virgin grass and the small leaves.
We are early. We cannot come again.

Also, I used the idea of twisting the dams made each summer to be the summer’s children, similar to this poem by Issa.

Haiku Poem by Issa (Japanese poet)

snow melts
and the village is flooded
by children

https://poemshape.wordpress.com/2008/12/06/what-is-haiku/

Thank you for the poem @SD. It touched me. I felt a wave of regret that it was not the right time, that the opportunity would be missed, and we knew it. A facet of grief even in our daily living. 👍