Miscellany

Omg, where would I be without Facebook?? Since I've been in Thailand babies have been born, dogs have died, jobs have changed, houses have been bought and sold, kids have learned to walk, hair has been shorn, hearts have been broken, and new leaves have been turned. All on Facebook.

Barry started back to school today and I started looking for a job. Ok, I got a mani/pedi and some waxing -- but those are necessary for employment.

It's been raining. We've been woken up by thunder cracks and very bright lightning two nights in a row now, with rain coming down like buckets of water being thrown at the windows. It's quite exciting, and reminds me of that time Amy and I experienced the hurricane at the beach -- by largely sleeping through it. Admittedly there was some wine involved. And come on -- we DID get up and look out the window.

I've discovered that Lumpini Park offers not only Jazzercise but also House-ercise, Cool Hits of the 70s-ercise, and Avril Lavigne-ercise, as well as Tae Bo. I've also discovered that at dusk the bats come out and swoop around the park eating bugs. Crazy numbers of bats, and very close to one's freshly coiffed red head -- which can be a little alarming, but so far I've yet to see a bat carry anybody off by her hair.

You know how you never know what you're going to miss until you're gone? You know what I miss? Pancakes. How pedestrian of me. Nevertheless, that's what I long for, so yesterday I bought some mix and this morning I made pancakes. Now, I've never actually MADE pancakes before -- but I've seen it done. It took me a few cakes to get my technique down, but I managed, and we ate pancakes until we were good and happy about it. Can you imagine it? I cooked!

And then I left all the pans -- and I'm afraid it took me many -- in the sink, because tomorrow Som comes and cleans up after us!! She will take away the laundry and bring back little towers of ironed panties. She will change the sheets. She will sweep the balcony with her funny little twig broom and dust between our surfaces and the crap we have piled on them, and then she will go away and maybe leave us tiny bananas as a present. I heart Som.

And I heart you, too, and miss you. Call. Write. Come visit. Facebook me! xoxo