Maybe it gets better than this. But even if it doesn’t, I really can’t complain. Much. I was ruminating the other day about how I seem to miss out on enjoying what’s good in my life because I’m too busy lamenting what’s missing. Looking back now on my year in Pyeongtaek for example–I had it made; a great job, a free house, nice places to walk, and all I did was feel miserable because it wasn’t the life I wanted. Well anyway, I don’t plan to make that mistake again. Things aren’t perfect in my world but I’m living my life my way and that ain’t bad. Yeah, I know–more insights from Captain Obvious. I’ll shut up now.

But before I go let me tell you about yesterday. It’s a good example of what I was talking about above. Did a nice 8K morning hike with a couple of buddies, played some darts in the singles league I’m running, had some dinner and beach time at Mango’s, then came home and flirted some via messenger with the gal who delivers my meat products. Does it get any better than that? Probably. But it’s also good enough for now.

I made my debut in the Barretto Singles League in the afternoon. My match was with Christy who I expect will be the top player in the league. I knew going in I’d have to be on my game to hang with her.

For most of the rest of the match, I was barely mediocre. Meanwhile, Christy was on fire throwing some of the best darts I’ve seen her toss. The result looked like this:

After the match, I crossed the street to Mango’s to drown my sorrows grab some dinner.

As to my flirtations with Irene, the delivery woman, well all I can say is she started it. All in good fun but even in my semi-inebriated state of mind I knew I had to be careful. She’s got an Aussie boyfriend for one thing. Irene has also been trying to set me up with a friend of hers but I’m really not interested. Older and not so cute. Also, she is friends with Iline. Too much potential drama, I’ll just stick to darts. And beer.