Monday, August 12, 2013

Breath


Hi,

The weekend weather in Chiang Rai was a mix of showers, downpours, and steady rain.  We even saw some sunshine.  

The 'Old School Friday' song was "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King.  It's time for 'Easy Monday' so everybody can play (555).  "__, on a Sunday afternoon.  Really, couldn't get away too soon.  I can't imagine anything that's better, the world is ours whenever we're together, there ain't a place I'd like to be instead of movin', down a crowded avenue...."
Hint: The title is one word (Ha).  It's easy.

There has been some flooding in areas around us, but our immediate neighborhood drains pretty well.  I think it's all in the river.  It just keeps rising and is now covering the whole 'beach' on the south side.  It's hard to believe that about a month ago it was knee deep in the middle, and now it's hip deep at the shore.  

Saturday we were out and about and it began to sprinkle.  Today's photos show two bits of ingenuity.  Riding on an electrically assisted bike you see a girl on the back in a chair that has been tied to the bike, holding an umbrella to keep her and her mother dry.  



Sunday we stayed in all day.  In the evening we went to Art Bridge for dinner with Stephan, Claire, Scott and Michele.  They are all from Australia.  We had a fun time exchanging tales of Thailand, hearing about the hotel business, and life in general.  It's so interesting to eat with people who are adventurous and willing to try food I know I can't or won't eat.  Scott is a chef so he's always looking for new dishes or ways to prepare things.  What a brave guy.  

After dinner we went to Makro, which is right across the highway.  We figured that we'd get what we needed and save a Monday morning food run.  It turned out to be a good idea.  

Late last night we experienced another episode of 'BamBam, the clairvoyant dog'.  She got all agitated, wanting to go downstairs.  This usually happens when she thinks Boot has come home.  I took her down and put her in Boot's house, even though no one was there.  When I got back to our house a bike came to the gate.  It was Rudy coming home.  How did she know?  (cue eerie music)

Tomorrow we get back in our massage groove in the morning and coffee and dessert with an artist friend in the afternoon.  

Have a Great Week.

                     Peace,
                                Danny

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away."
~Unknown
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