Sweet my home

I think one of the things that keeps life interesting here is that nothing is exactly the same.  And those little quirks and differences never fail to amuse whenever they arise.  Which they do with enough frequency to remind me that I’m not in Kansas anymore.

The girlfriend’s new apartment has red cabinets which she despises.  So, she did the Korea-style remedy of applying decorative stickers to the cabinet faces.  And really it looks fine to me.  But this is what cracked me up:

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All I can say is it’s good to be home my sweet.  Be it ever so humble.

Back in Korea (redux)

The return trip is now complete and it really turned out to be a pain in the ass.  Literally.  I don’t know why but my tailbone was screaming all the way across the Pacific.  It made sitting painful and sleeping impossible.  I spent quite a bit of time standing in the back of the plane, but you can only do that so much.  Anyway, I survived it and it’s over until the next time in May.

The best thing about about modern air travel is the seat back entertainment systems featuring on demand video.  The screens on the Boeing 777 were as large as my laptop.  One of the available features are cameras with a forward view and a ground view.  It was pretty cool observing the takeoff and landing with a pilot’s eye viewpoint.

Watching several movies is also a good way to fill the 14+ hours of flight time (and taking your mind off the aforementioned ass pain a little bit).  I watched Moneyball which was actually surprisingly good.  I also watched an indie flick called Another Earth.  It’s a sci-fi story of a parallel Earth that suddenly appears in the night sky.  It was an interesting concept although I kept thinking of practical considerations like impacts on gravity and rotational effects and the like.  The story was more about looking inside ourselves and such.  Anway, it was entertaining.

I usually try and catch some Korean cinema when I fly KAL and this trip was no exception.  The two I viewed this time were Blind and Mama.  Both tended to veer into melodramatic territory a little too often, but then again these ARE Korean films after all.  Blind is centered on a police investigation into a hit and run/disappearance.  The key witness is a blind woman who had once been a student at the police academy. And how often do you get to see a movie featuring a Korean serial killer/sexual sadist?  Although hardly any of that is shown (at least on the airline version).  Mama is the story of three mothers and their children with a fair amount familial tension and tragedy mixed in.  I’m a sap for this kind of story and found the movie pretty emotionally satisfying.

After landing at Incheon I got to experience the new biometric identification immigration procedures.  Basically, a fingerprint scan (both index fingers) and a digital photograph.   I can’t really complain about this since the USA has been requiring similar intrusions on foreign visitors for quite some time.  It did make the line move much slower than usual however.  The immigration officer seemed surprised I was staying for 90 days but didn’t otherwise object to my entry into this fair land.  So enter I did.

The bus ride to Gireum station took almost two hours, which my still screaming ass didn’t appreciate.  But we eventually arrived and I lugged my two heavy bags (51 and 47 pounds at weigh in) up to Jee Yeun’s new apartment (same building, same apartment floor plan, different floor).

And that my friends is the story of my second return since my first departure from the Land of the Morning Calm.

Tonight I’ll enjoy darts at Dolce Vita.  Looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces and places.

Fly me away on the big blue bird

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This is the plane that carried me to Korea for the first time in January 2005.  Tomorrow morning I’ll be flying back on a KAL 777.  I’m looking forward to hanging out in all the old familiar haunts and spending time with the friends I made Korea.  But it is not without sadness that I bid farewell to my family here.  It’s no easy thing living life with one foot in one country and the other in another.  But really I wouldn’t want it any other way.  It’s good to change your point of view every now again.  And really, who wants to lead a boring life?

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.

Low tide West Sea

For some reason I seem to prefer the East Sea to the West Sea.  Well, I’ve been to the East Sea several times, and the West Sea only once, if that’s an accurate measure of preference.  But truthfully speaking, they are both equally nice.  I guess I just enjoy the mountain drive to the east coast better than the somewhat shorter drive to the west.

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I don’t know why, but no matter which Korean coast I’m on, it’s cloudy/raining.

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The view from the room…

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Jee Yeun soaks her feet in the West Sea.

Prescott, Arizona

I lived in Prescott in the late 70s/early 80s.  It was a happy time.  At least looking back on it.  But then again, there was a divorce and a broken heart to deal with.  Still, I was big into softball, x-country skiing, and I was the local union president for the National Association of Letter Carriers.  And I really loved the beauty of living in Arizona’s Mile High City.

What’s the point of getting old if you can’t look back on fond memories?

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My modified A-Frame at 1980 Shadow Valley Road.

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Our first little house at 785 Western Avenue.

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Me on skis.  Imagine that…