All the comforts of home

Well, almost.  Still, it requires a great deal of foresight when you are preparing for an extended visit overseas.  Especially when one no longer has commissary privileges.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy Korean delicacies as much as the next guy.  And truth be told, you can find just about everything you need in the larger grocery stores or if push comes to shove, Costco.  They even have “black market” markets where you can purchase purloined duty free imports at exorbitant prices.  One example:  A box of Jiffy corn bread mix sells for about 50 cents on the military base and it’s 4 bucks in the foreign market.

Last trip I could find cereal, but not my favorite brands.  Candy and snacks are available too, but there are just not as pleasing to my palate as I’d like.

So, I’ve got a fifty pound limit on each of my bags.  I’ve not weighed my purchases, but I’d reckon I’m pushing around 20 lbs.  Heck, who needs clothes anyway?

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The estate of affairs

I’d say I’ve been as busy as a beaver, but I avoid trite phrases like a plague.  Ahem.

That said, I have been hustling to complete my work as executor of mom and dad’s estate before I depart for Korea next week.  They didn’t leave a large estate but it has been a pain the ass to deal with regardless.  I closed the savings account out yesterday and mailed checks to my brothers.  I’ve been getting forms notarized and “medallion stamped” in a complicated process to get ownership of several small stock funds transferred.  We had an auction house handle all the household goods but things sold for a tiny fraction of their value.  Ah well.

Still to come is an auction for my mother’s doll collection.  She had several hundred and by the book they should bring a pretty penny.  Unfortunately, no one pays book value and in this economy people just aren’t spending money for vintage dolls.  I feel bad about that, because mom always thought she had made a wise investment with her collecting hobby.  I take some solace in the fact that folks are getting bargains and mom always loved a bargain.

Monday I will visit my probate attorney and sign the “final accounting” papers for the estate.  I guess it turns out to be true that there is a final accounting at the end of our time on earth.

I also met with a CPA today to get my personal tax situation squared away before I fly.  Uncle Sam has traditionally  given me a good rogering at tax time.  This year South Carolina is poised to bite me in the ass real hard as well.

Anyway, things are what they are I suppose.  Once I’m in Korea I’ll  be able to think about something else for awhile.