I know I should be posting more. I’ve read the rule book but whoever wrote it didn’t live in Thailand.
Don’t get me wrong; I love living here—I mean who wouldn’t want to live in an exotic place where people are friendly, smile all the time and think you are special.
But when it is Spring time in the States and the rest of the Northern Hemisphere it is boiling in Thailand. I’m in Bangkok for a few weeks to take care of some automotive business—getting tags for my two motorcycles and work on some flood repairs.
I go out in the very early morning to watch the birds and lizards preparing for the heat, take a few pictures and then rush back to the house before the world remembers that it’s supposed to be hot. The heat has come a bit early this year and I hope that’s not a precursor to more flooding. The truth is it is extremely dry now but most anyone I talk to is worried about the floods. I’m sure it’s a form of PTSD. People in this area have lived all their lives here only seeing floods on TV and then the waters came in and wouldn’t leave. Many still blame the Mayor of Bangkok and his minion for making a lake of our area. Enough about the flood of 2011.
We were enjoying life on the farm getting ready to sell our tapioca crop and then the price dropped. Since tapioca can grow for years we are waiting for the price to rise. Some of our neighbors think it’s crazy not to grab what one can no matter the price. That’s the saga of poor farmers—they have to sell no matter the price because they need the money.
During the day I see very few people because it’s around 96 degrees inside the house and we only turn our A/C on later in the afternoon. It’s so hot I can’t turn my computer on for fear of damage. That’s my excuse for not writing a post or attending to my email—you really wouldn’t believe how many unread emails I have.
To be honest I think it’s more than that. I am slowly becoming Thai. We endure the heat and let it soak into our bones and it prepares us for life. This intolerable heat only last for a month or two and then the rains coming to allow us to carry on.
I’ve even stopped sweating like a foreigner. I would draw a crowd when I went outside to work in the garden or weld a fence or just move around. I would sweat like I had just taken a bath and forgot to dry off. This was amusing to the Thai’s. I would tell them I was okay and not to worry because all white folks sweat like this. They took me at my word because there weren’t any other foreigners to compare with.
Now I do perspire a little more than the average Thai but not in buckets and my neighbors don’t come around just to laugh at me—well they do but usually for other reasons—I meant to say: laugh with me.
I do want to post more but when I’m writing a novel or even a short story about rednecks in space I have to watch the thermometer. I’ve been thinking about writing long- hand and that’s probably what I’ll do. I’ve enjoyed my embarrassment of posting my little story about space flight and I want to thank all of you who read it and especially you who commented! I will continue to give you a taste of my different styles of writing and promise to make you cry at least once and laugh or at least smile several times.