Late

Hi,
So, I guess that all of you on the west coast have fallen back by now. We don't do that, as far as we can tell. What it means to us is that we're now 15 hours ahead of you. It also means we don't have to change the time on all the clocks and watches. I won't even attempt to explain how time is told here. Maybe later.
I'm quite shocked and surprised that nobody knew "In-A-Godda-Da-Vida", by Iron Butterfly. Hmm, you must have been pondering the clock. Oh well, maybe you'll remember this one, by a group with an animal name who had a TV show that was very silly. "Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings. A six-o'clock-alarm would never ring..."
We had a quiet weekend, hanging around the house. Most of the energy was spent on 'water drama'. A pipe broke up the street and we had no water in the kitchen all weekend. It wasn't a major deal, but it was irritating. Lots of little observations though. Saturday night someone across the street was playing a drum. After a while there was singing to the drum. I really enjoyed that. Another reason why we want to live around people. There's just so much culture to absorb.
Today we went to Overbrook Hospital to see about getting flu shots and see about our last Hep B vaccination. We were greeted by a charming woman who helped us get situated. I'm pretty sure we got some preferential treatment because the waiting room was real busy and we were taken upstairs very quickly. When we went back downstairs to the pharmacy, we met a couple from a town south of here. He's from Seattle, and has been here seven years. His wife is Thai and they were very nice. We exchanged numbers at the end of a visit that helped the time go by. When they called us to the counter, they forgot to tell us where to go for our shot. The woman returned with two small plastic bags. In the bags were vials and a needle. My first thought was, 'no way'. She directed us to the 'treatment room' where a nurse gave us our shots. Whew!
This afternoon, I was looking out at the yard and saw what appeared to be a squirrel. We had wondered if there were squirrels in Thailand. It was sitting on a tree stump, and then jumped to a tree and then to another. The thing that made it so amazing was that it was white. Hmm, an albino squirrel? I went to my old friend Mr. Google and discovered that it's a species that lives here and also in Burma and Indochina, and they're white. Now I'll be on the look-out for more.
Oh, our circle of friends is widening even more. Supat had told us about an architect friend who taught him English. He said he'd arrange for us to meet him. Then we got a call from Boot on Sunday and she was visiting with the same man. His name is Dee and he's English and he's been here ten years. Lisa spoke with him on the phone and he's coming to lunch next Saturday. Now we may have someone to help us design our house, who understands Thai and Western building. It's all falling into place.
Have a Fabulous Week.

Peace,
Danny

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
~George Eliot


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