And then the rains came. In our little corner of the world the rain wasn’t so hard. In other places it caused a lot of damage from flooding and mudslides as a result of the recent fires. Weather people say the worst is over. We can only hope. There was rain in Chiang Rai again. In the midst of all this weather talk, I seem to have acquired a version of the flu. I say that because I intend to be done with it quickly, so I’m telling it that it is not so strong.
The ‘Easy Monday’ song was “Rain” by The Beatles. You shoulda known. ‘Zany Day’ is next and it’s an easy one:
“Take out the papers and the trash or you don’t get no spending cash. If you don’t scrub that kitchen floor, you ain’t gonna rock and roll no more. __ __, don’t talk back.” Hint: The title is a term used to describe trivial language, or something to that effect.
There is a strange listlessness that comes over one when trying to concentrate with a fever. My temp is not that high, yet I seem to be staring at the screen. Hmm.
Today’s photo is another from the flower show in downtown Chiang Rai. I hope it’s still up when we return.
One of our little projects every time we come to the States is sending a box back to Thailand. The box contains clothes that we brought, that we won’t need for a couple of weeks when we return. In place of those clothes, we pack our suitcase with things we can’t mail, like vitamins. We’re used to the routine now, even though is doesn’t make a lot of sense, but that’s another conversation. This trip, the post office was empty when we arrived. No waiting at a post office is a big deal.
Time to rest my head. Trying to be done with this misery before the long plane ride home. I can’t imagine feeling like this, eight miles high.
It’s gonna be a Wacky Wednesday.
“In the practice of tolerance,
one’s enemy is the best teacher.”
The Dalai Lama