Anger

Hi,

Last night we got some rain.  Not a drizzle, but a real rain.  It was not enough to completely clean the sky, but it watered the yards and cooled things down for the morning.  By the afternoon it was hotter than ever.

The ‘Zany Day’ didn’t fool a few of you.  There’s a definite country twang to this tune.  The lyrics are kinda spoken.

“They say roses are red and violets are purple, sugar is sweet and so is maple surple.  Well I’m the seventh out of seventy sons, my pappy was a pistol I’m a son of a gun.  __ __, __ __, they oughta take a rope and hang me….”  Hint:

The main character is well aware that he’s a scoundrel (555). 

There is an interesting thing that happens right before Songkran:  Young people dye their hair.  Not all of them, but enough so it’s something one notices.  The colors are mostly greens and shades of reds.  We saw a couple of guys on a motorbike with a great burgundy tone, and orange is another popular color for guys.  Pink and green seemed to be hits with the young women and we did see a few purples.  I have no idea how this came about, or what it means.  I guess I’ll have to ask around and see what the folklore reveals.  

Yesterday I mentioned the young women who string marigolds to make garlands.  Today, while we were at the Healthy Market, they let me take a photo.  Those white containers are all full of marigolds.

This afternoon we had a visit from our friend Pete and his 4 year old son Charles.  Pete’s mom, Supalak, and her husband own the art supply/stationary store downtown.  She sent us some mangos from Northeastern Thailand.  Little Charles has met Daku before, but starts off very cautious.  Today he did the same, but then ramped things up and got bold.  By the end of the visit he was calling Daku, petting him and running across the room hoping Daku would follow.  Every conversation these days turns to the burning and the bad air.  Today we learned that some farmers were given a deadline for when they had to stop burning.  What?  I know.

This evening we had dinner at The Wanderer.  While we waited for our food, Khun Kwan sat with us and we had a great time talking about lots of different things.  When we left, it was nearing closing time (8pm) and walking through the trees that were illuminated by the garden lights was magical.  We must do this more often.

Have a Thrilling Thursday.

                 Peace,

                           Danny

 

“Anger begins with folly, 

and ends in repentance.”

~Pythagoras