Observe

Hi,
Water pressure's up, felt hot water in the kitchen, briefly. It was a good day all around. OK, it was a great day. We went out this afternoon and looked at another property. This one has great potential. It's not in the city mix, but not too far out either. More later.
I'm so glad you all let me know that you knew the song. I was about to talk bad about you. (Ha) "Daydream Believer" was the last major Monkees hit in '67. Lane sent in the info. Also it was #1 for four weeks. Barry wrote in with the little known (at the time) fact that the boys didn't write or sing the early hits. Teens were very forgiving in those days.
For a little diversion, we're going to wander to the other side of rock. Who remembers this one with the 'drive your parents mad' lyrics: "Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent...." Hint: Not really about a diving device at all, by a group who's namesake was not it's lead singer, as most thought. Great musical riff.
It struck me today, after we walked among the weeds of one rai and change (I've explained the rai, but 2.5= 1 acre) that it was about four times as big as the Nina lot. Hmm, that ought to be big enough for something grand.
Another observation: There is no escrow, so you never really know what someone may be trying to sell you. It may not be totally theirs. Now that's enough to perk up the paranoia. Today's outing was with a bank. Felt safe. One of my intentions, from the beginning, was to find a way to know about foreclosures on land. There are many speculators buying up land in Chiang Rai, because it's growing fast. Time will tell, but a little piece of it is waiting for us.
There are sound that one hears in neighborhoods, that have specific meaning. If you don't know, they just seem like noise. There is the thud of a wood block that travels slowly down the street, the 'ting' of a small bell, each calling out to tell everyone that someone special is coming by. There's the knife sharpener, for instance. When you hear the sound, you grab your knives and take them to the cart. There are services like this in many cultures. Some die out, some continue. Oscar Brown Jr. wrote a song about 'Rags and Old Iron'. He told the story of a horse drawn cart and the man who bought rags and old iron. Then there was the man in Japan that inspired Blue to write 'Yakimo'. This man pushed a cart through the neighborhoods selling sweet potato pies and treats. When you think about it, we had the Good Humor Man, the vegetable truck, etc. Now there are 'one stop trucks' that cruise some neighborhoods with all sorts of products. And the Beat Goes On. (but that's another song)
Have a Wonderful Wacky Wednesday.

Peace,
Danny


"Do not believe in anything simply
because you have heard it.

Do not believe in anything simply
because it is spoken and rumored by many.

Do not believe in anything simply
because it is found written in your religious books.

Do not believe in anything merely on the
authority of your teachers and elders.

Do not believe in traditions because
they have been handed down for many generations.

But after observation and analysis, when
you find that anything agrees with reason
and is conducive to the good and benefit of one
and all, then accept it and live up to it."
~Buddha

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