My name ain’t Heinz, but let’s do some catch up anyway.
Tuesday morning I went grocery shopping without my helpers. Had to push my own cart, but the tab was $100. less than last week. That’s still too much, but I had some unusual items on my list this week. If I can get it down in the $200-250 range consistently, I’ll be happy.
I had partied harder than normal on Monday night, so was feeling like shit and pretty much unmotivated all day Tuesday. I showed up for darts anyway, but decided I wasn’t feeling up to playing. Then it turned out that there weren’t enough players for doubles, so they did a singles tourney. Well, I liked that better. Figured I’d get my ass kicked and be out of there early. It didn’t go as planned though. I didn’t throw particularly well, but I seemed to throw the big darts when I needed them most.
And while we are on the subject of darts, I played in last night’s tournament as well. Drew a decent partner, but we both experienced one of those nights. As usual, I was either on fire or as cold as ice. Bizarrely, my partner was riding the same rollercoaster. Stranger still, we’d both go cold at the same time and then get hot together. Eh, well in a strictly platonic way of course. We got knocked into the loser’s bracket in the first round but we kept on scratching and clawing and eeking out wins until we found ourselves in the finals. A very tough match ensued (we had to beat them in two sets) and in the end, we prevailed.
As soon as I finish this post I’m heading out for my singles league dart match. My opponent is a strong player and it is her birthday, so the odds could be stacked against me. I’m bringing some brownies to try and appease the dart gods and hopefully gain some positive dart Karma. We shall see.
So, that covers the alcoholic and dartaholic portions of my life. I satisfied my walkaholic urges with the Wednesday walking group yesterday. One of the benefits of the group walks is the exploration aspect. We go places I wouldn’t attempt alone and actively seek out new trails and ways to get there. I mean, there are only so many mountains, but the ways to climb them are seemingly limitless. Of course, the downside is not knowing what you are getting into until you are into it. We almost never turn back. Hey, we have some pride! So, in that spirit, we attempted a new way up an old mountain yesterday. It was a steep and painful climb that I doubt any of us will want to repeat anytime soon, but we got to where we wanted to go. We stuck to more familiar ground for the rest of the hike, which is not to say it wasn’t challenging in places.
Fuck, the power just went out. I heard what sounded like a transformer exploding. Damn it. I’ll finish this post using my phone’s wifi hot spot. To the pictures then:
Alright, I’m running late. Don’t want to keep my opponent waiting. I’ll be back tomorrow with more.
“we kept on scratching and clawing and eeking out wins”
I think you mean “eking,” from “to eke (out).” Use “eek!” when you see a mouse in your kitchen; use “eke” when you barely scrape by.
“It was a steep and painful climb that I doubt any of us will want to repeat anytime soon…”
Funny… my buddy Jang-woong had been pestering me week after week to do some long walks, so we did a few 25K-and-under walks, and then we did that that big 30K walk from Yangpyeong to Yeoju… and ever since then, JW has been completely silent. I’m curious to know how much that walk wore him out and/or caused new and delightful aches and pains to appear in his feet. It’s interesting how 25K feels more like a long stroll, while 30K feels like a true slog. JW’s pride probably won’t let him admit how much pain he was in by the end of that last walk, but I’m guessing, from the lack of text messages, that he’s not eager to go out and do another walk of that scale anytime soon. Too bad—I’ve got some 35K-ers planned, including a walk up to the Andong Dam.
Congrats on your dart victories, and (belated) good luck with your next dart contest.
Great opening pic!! Love it!!
So is the boat lady a “permanent” resident of the area, or just passing through as she takes her boat to the next port?
An interesting lifestyle, but unless you are talking about yachts, most boats (to me) seem quite small to live on full time. More power to her if that is what she likes!!
Yeah, I knew “eek” didn’t look right and I planned to circle back and fix it but then the world intruded. I guess I fit the dart meme I posted–I know I’m shit!
Well, it would be interesting to learn what JW is thinking. Perhaps he’s just been busy. Or maybe you’ve become his Guenter. It’s true though, there seems to be a wall when it comes to hiking–on one side enjoyment on the other pain and suffering. I hit mine at 12K or so. The distances you usually do are incomprehensible to me!
Brian, yeah I love my morning view out the window. I’m paying a premium to live in this neighborhood but a sunrise like that makes it worth it.
I don’t know much about Linda the boat lady. Actually just learned her real name on Wednesday. She’s been here several weeks now and she mentioned having some work done on the boat. I think she kinda got stuck here with all the pandemic restrictions going on in the world.
I have a friend who lives on a small sailboat and I did an overnighter with him once. No way I could deal with the inconveniences inherent in that lifestyle, but I do admire the courage it takes to live free on the seas like that.
As Brian said, that really is a gorgeous morning pic from the balcony. Could be a Thomas Kinkade pic. That second pic of you holding the moola from your win is another story. Looks like you just went 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. Peace Out!
Well, I’m pretty sure I did do 12 rounds of beer or so. I don’t remember seeing any Mikes there though…