I’m not shaving (or smiling) much these days it seems…

Just over a month into this American life and I’ve got say there is nothing much blog worthy to report other than “it sucks”.  Don’t believe me?  Let me share with you the events of this day in the life.

It began with an early (or late if you will) morning of television (Shameless) and a marathon round of Civilization that kept me plopped down in front of the computer until shortly after 3:00 a.m.  With my eyes burning and blurry I finally made my way to bed.

My sleep was more restless than usual and I awoke at 5:30 feeling cold.  Since my bed was devoid of a warm body to cuddle with, I fumbled in the dark for the switch to turn on my Korean-style heating pad.  Nothing like a warmth coming from below and soon enough I was back in slumber-land.

I opened my eyes again around 9:30 but basked in the glow of my hot bed (during the night I had kicked off the sheet and comforter, reckon I ought to dial it down a notch or two).  Hunger pangs finally drove me from my crib a little after ten.  Feeling unusually motivated, I baked up a batch of blueberry muffins rather than more normal fare of cereal and milk.  While the muffins were baking I rolled the trash receptacle to the curb.

The muffins came out warm and tasty and with my hunger satiated I commenced to do the laundry.  Two loads, whites and darks.  Even laundered the bedding.  My policy (recent though it may be–I had a maid in Korea and more recently a now absent wife) is to wash the sheets once a month whether they need it or not.  They probably did as I tend to frequent night sweats.

With the LG appliances humming about their business, I ventured out into the internets to catch up on world events.  Nothing had improved since I’d last checked.  I did leave a longish comment to this post on the Big Hominid’s blog concerning the high price of fuel.  Nothing all that insightful on my part, but certainly of more substance than the crap I post here at LTG.  And while you are over at Kevin’s blog make sure you read his outstanding post on the afterlife.  Death looms ever larger in my thoughts these days, but like Kevin I have my doubts about going to a better place (or anyplace for that matter) when my body finally succumbs to the daily abuse to which I subject it.  Heh, just thought of that old Blood, Sweat and Tears song “And when I die“.

I then proceeded to make my moves in Words with Friends, a Scrabble like game I play online.  I have multiple matches going with my brother and an old friend from Korea who now resides in Canada.

After I folded and put away the laundry I made up the bed with that fresh linen.  Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I sat back down in front of the computer and fired up a new round of Civilization.  A couple of hours later I heard rain pounding on the roof, so I opened the front door and watched that for awhile.

I got hungry again so I made myself a ham and cheese sandwich.  Then I checked the mail (just a water bill) and rolled the trash can back to the house.

I had a dart league captain’s meeting to attend tonight so I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and drove into downtown Columbia to a pub called Publick House.  On the way I stopped at Walgreen’s and bought a carton of smokes and three twelve-packs of Diet Coke.  Whatever gets you through the day, right?

I had nothing much to say at the meeting, mostly because I don’t care all that much about the pub league.  Things moved on during my lengthy absence and I’m kinda the outsider now, or at least it feels that way.  That, and I’m in a generally foul mood lately.  Not mad or upset with anyone in particular, just don’t give a shit about a league I helped found.  Or much of anything else really.  I think people took my silence as being more than it is though.  I’m not all that friendly on my best days, and I haven’t had a “best” day since I got back in country.

After the meeting we played some darts.  I didn’t throw all that well and my partner played worse, so it was two and done for us.  Paid my tab, tipped the waitress, and drove on home.

Sent the wife a message telling her I need her to come home to me.  She responded that she is getting really frustrated with the landlord and is ready to say fuck it (I’m paraphrasing) and leave.  I don’t really understand why she can’t move out before the apartment sells, I guess it may have something to do with getting her rather substantial key money back (somewhere in the neighborhood of $150,000).  Anyway, she’s going to give it a few more days and then make arrangements to return to the USA.  Her caveat is that if and when the apartment sells, she’ll need to return to Korea.  My attitude is we’ll see what happens when and if that time comes.

I finished the day by writing this depressing and meaningless post.  Which I guess is an apt description of my American life.

And now you know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.