When you say nothing at all

I really hate that I seem to have become a once-a-week blogger.  What can I say?  When your life is devoid of meaning and excitement it just does not leave much to write about. Here goes anyway.

You’ve been warned.

My life in a nutshell:

I work my appointed 8 hours per day.  Nothing too strenuous.  I have a great staff, so I just provide the occasional direction and guidance and let them do the heavy lifting.  That’s what’s called being a leader.  Ahem.

Our HQ building now has signage,

And a reserved parking spot for yours truly.

In addition to my 8 hours of work, I try to get in two or three hours of walking everyday. I’m pretty close to 20,000 steps everyday, so I’m happy about that.

And then I wile away the remaining non-sleeping hours drinking beer in the bars of Anjeong-ri.  I’m not particularly happy with that, but damn, I do get bored and lonely.  The bars here seem to be mostly of the “juicy” variety.  That being the bar staff will chat with you in exchange for an overpriced drink (usually W10,000).  I’ll buy the occasional drink because I’m a nice guy and I know it is how the girls make their living, but I don’t enjoy the fake friendliness at all.  In fact, I’ve tested this out.  I’ve gone into bars and not offered a drink and I’m totally ignored.  Which most days suits me fine.

Now, the bar I’ve most often frequented is IDK.  It’s the local dart bar.  I’ve achieved regular status there (defined as being on a first name basis with all the staff).  And the girls don’t work for drinks, which I like.  Having said that, I encountered a problem there last night.

So my bar tab was W52,000. As I’m walking home I did the math. I’m drinking W6,000 beers so it didn’t add up. I go back to the bar and ask. They say you had six beers. And threw a 9 in 501 during the tourney so you had to buy a round of drinks. That was news to me that such a rule existed.  And none of the shitty players that couldn’t hit the board were buying drinks. Okay. You took me for W16,000 and lost a customer. Good deal for me.  I will not be back.  If I get a hankering for darts, I’ll make the trip out to Songtan.

What else?  Well, my son Kevin has left the world of sports journalism to venture out into the corporate world where the money and work hours are more conducive to family life. You can read his farewell here if you are so inclined.

I’m still slow cooking every Sunday. Pot roast this week…

And I still embarking on my weekend river rides..

My trusty chariot…

And the solitary restless rider…

And that’s about it.  Well, I guess I could mention that I’m flying out Wednesday night for a 10 day vacation in, where else, the Philippines.  Chances are good I’ll have something slightly more interesting to blog about.  At least we can hope.

You know, I’m going to refrain from boring you with the state of my mind, heart and spirit.  It is what it is and I’m doing my best to deal with it.  Still, during my walks when I let my mind go free it is disconcerting to have a random YouTube song kick me in the nuts.  This one did just that.

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

 

 

 

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