We are officially in ‘The Smokey Season’ and it’s the talk of the town. We all knew it was coming, but it jumped on us by surprise a bit early this year. Time to break out the masks, or just stay inside.
Some of you recognized ‘Easy Monday’, even though I started with the second verse. Today it’s the last verse:
“Smokin’ cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall (you nasty boy). Teacher sends you to the principal's office down the hall. You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain’t right. But while you were doing it, it sure felt outta sight. __ __ those days could come back once more, why did those days ever have to go….” Clue: The singer was once superstitious about a reggae woman.
Today (12) was my birthday. Some numbers sound different in the mouth than others. Seventy-six sounds different than seventy-five. Can’t tell you what it is, but it seems older than one year. After coffee and roti at The Wanderer, we headed through town to Central Plaza Mall.
We had a long morning at the mall. We went with a plan and it worked. On the way to lunch, we shopped for gifts to give ourselves. I found a shoulder bag that had a dressy look but held all my stuff. Lisa got a new music player for the kitchen. On the lower level, we looked at the newly redesigned Thai food area and decided that we’d have to explore on our next visit. It’s much bigger and we were at the end of our ‘road’ on walking. It’s going to take some organized exploration to get used to the new mall, but that makes it fun.
Back at The Big Brown House, Natcha had baked cinnamon cookies. They were the perfect dessert. I spent some time responding to birthday messages, literally, from around the world. It’s rather humbling to think that so many people had something nice to say on my birthday.
We had just awakened from our nap when there was a tiny tap at the door. It could only be one tiny person, Nitchanan. She and Natcha came up with a bag of goodies. Before Nitchanan could deal with the gift giving, she had to show me a little ‘hurt' on her hand. Then we could proceed. It was made up of things I like, including another bag of cookies. I really scored on the cookies. The best part it is that they’re healthy.
I have been putting off getting a hair trim for a long time. Today was the day and Lisa gave me a very professional cut that makes me look all neat and tidy. I love it.
Our dinner venue was The Hungry Wolf and Cat joined us. We had a great time looking back, looking forward and laughing over how to eat peanuts from the shell. After dinner, we continued our conversations at the house. Topics ranged from various school things she’s studying to what is imagination and how do we know if ours is special. Deep stuff for sure. We sent her home with a package we put together of all the things a person living alone should have if they get sick. Not something every college student is going to think about doing.
We have a new person helping with the cleaning of the house on Sunday’s. She is Natcha’s sister-in-law and Lisa noticed the beautiful bag pictured below. Ploy told her that she made it herself. She did all the stitching and construction.
Have a Happy Tuesday.
“The best way to get even
is to forget.”