What began like any other ordinary, smoggy day turned into the afternoon rain storm of the week (555).
The ‘Easy Monday’ song was “Born Under A Bad Sign”, originally recorded by Albert King and covered by many artists, including Cream (my favorite). Now it’s time to get into a ‘Zany Day’ tune from 1970.
“Leroy, boy, is that you? I thought your post-hangin’ days were through. Sunk-in eyes and full of sighs, tell no lies, you get wise. I tell you now, we’re gonna pull you through, there’s only one thing left that we can do. __ __ __ __ __ __, it’s like nothin’ else to make you feel sure you’re alive. __ __ __ __ __ __, we better get walkin’, we’re wastin’ time talkin’ now…” Hint: Something to do with match-making.
Last night’s storm didn’t create as much tree-trash on the front lawn; mostly seed pods. The backyard mainly had a mess right in the center of the lawn. It was our resident puppy, who had found a small new plant in a plastic container just too irresistible. He’s easy to forgive, he’s so adorable. The little dog is learning all of his lessons very fast. He’s not biting Daku as much, and he had us worried this morning, that maybe he thought he wasn’t supposed to play with the big dog. He’s also not biting us as much, and that’s a relief. My finger has finally healed, though I can’t say the same for all the shoes he has munched on since he’s been here.
Around Chiang Rai, there were lots of puddles that had been refilled by today’s storm. This afternoon the blue sky through the clouds was a sight for sore eyes. The forecasters have predicted another storm front coming our way from China. Let’s just hope it all ends by the beginning of Songkran. They have already begun building the temporary village by the river near us. At Big C this morning there was the annual ‘water-gun wall’, filled with all kinds of water delivery systems. At the opposite end of the display were racks of Hawaiian style flower-print shirts.
We’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster since the middle of last week. It’s been a combination of events that have snowballed, each one adding to the next. Once the sensitivity is heightened, that fine line between grief and joy becomes a tightrope. The three days that we attended the funeral, hearing music in a show we watch that reminded us of cousin Joel, and Songkran and the selfie I took with Blue a few years ago, all seemed like a heavy weight. Add the fact that today would have been Blue’s 75th birthday and I think you get the picture. We managed to look at the bright spots and even laugh a bit, but it’s deep.
Neechanon and Chopper still bring smiles. You know the world is different when a two year old gets upset because she can’t watch her videos on Youtube. She’s been overdoing it and now she’s on ‘restriction’. Hmm.
It’s gonna be a Wacky Wednesday.
“Nature never breaks
her own laws.”
~Leonardo da Vinci