The family who adopted Harvey and me to be honorary grandparents invited us for a ‘playdate’ today! Brian and I will meet the whole family, including their real grandmother who is visiting from the states, plus nannies, at this stunning place called Fernpresso at Lake.
It’s a really nice cafe beside a lake with lots of area for kids to play, get lots of sunshine, look at a beautiful lake, plus maybe get to play with a dog who is shown in some of the photos I saw online.
photo by Freda
This is part of the area around the cafe.
Photo by AJ
Part of the inside eating space. There are all kinds of places outside, too. I’m not sure which we’ll enjoy. We’re meeting there at 11, so I’m not sure if we’re having breakfast, brunch, lunch, or dessert. I’m up for whatever!😋
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We will all eat, and then the nannies will give the parents a nice break by playing with the kids. This playdate will be a real experience! I can’t wait!
I discovered the art of Angie Wallace via X. Her contact on X is @AngieWFineArt
She does pencil portraits of pets and horses, but also does wildlife, and offers these in the form of commissioned portraits, prints, greeting cards and gifts.
This was the flying pig Harvey and I made from an empty propane canister and scrap metal. He hung from a tree over the driveway looking down as visitors drove up to see us.
“You can put wings on a pig, but you don’t make it an eagle.” ~ William J. Clinton
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“I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
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“Don’t try to teach a pig to sing. It doesn’t work, and it annoys the pig. “ ~ Judy Sheindlin
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“People have a famously soft spot for pigs. Intelligent, inquisitive, imperious, myopic, sociable, gluttonous, grunting, ungainly, it is easy to recognize ourselves in them.” ― Isabella Tree, Wilding
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“I’m very proud to be called a pig, it stands for pride, integrity and guts.” ~ Ronald Reagan.
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“Who can’t like pigs? They’re wonderful creatures! I’ve always liked pigs.” ~ Alexander McCall Smith
Sunny Pig – Cari Humphry
“Pride grows in the human heart like lard on a pig.” ~ Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
My dear friend Carla sent me this picture this morning.
When we left Arkansas to move to Thailand, my biggest concern was our pets – our yellow lab, Amber, and our weird cat, Jet (aka Monster Cat). Some people down the road from us we had never met before adopted Amber, and all seem very, very happy together.
My friend Carla said she would take Jet so that she could take the time required to rehome her to a family who would love her and take good care of her.
We had adopted Jet several months before from a shelter in Fort Smith. She was beautiful, but she came with some baggage. She had had a litter of kittens recently when we adopted her. She had been spayed and was ready to be adopted. She didn’t trust people.
She was not very affectionate and there was quite a challenge to get her to accept that Amber lived in our home, too. She definitely has quite a personality and isn’t afraid to show it – hence, her aka name.
Carla has a heart as large as Arkansas. She has several animals she has adopted and takes wonderful care of all of her menagerie. She took Jet out of the goodness of her heart because she knew I was so worried about leaving my pets.
Somehow – probably due to the huge kindness Carla shows to people and animals alike – Jet has become part of Carla’s family. The rest of the animals adapted much more quickly than Jet, and Jet was slow to warm up to Carla, as well.
This picture shows Jet lounging on the huge, comfy bed that actually belongs to the dog! She now sits in Carla’s lap. Jet definitely won the lottery on homes with Carla. 😁. This picture made my day. I still tear up when I see it, SO happy for both of them. I hugged Carla when she told me she would make sure Jet got a good home, and again when Jet and all her stuff went home with Carla, but it will never EVER be enough. ((((Carla))))
Since I’m not EVER going to be an ‘exercise afficionado,’ – particularly since it’s a bit late to start at 78 – I’m trying to make the exercise I AM doing do the most for me.
I read an article recently (actually, my friend Marsha pointed it out to me) that the Japanese had done a study that showed that, instead of just getting on the treadmill, setting the speed, and walking for 30 minutes (1 mile) as I have been doing for about a month and a half now, it’s more effective if you start with a warm-up of a couple of minutes, then increase your speed as if you were going to miss a bus, be late for work, etc. for a few minutes, and then go back to slow, repeating over and over for the same 30 minute session.
I don’t really know if it’s really doing me much more good than what I was mindlessly slogging through before, but it keeps my interest and makes me FEEL like I’m doing myself more good.
I’ve been doing what I call, “Old lady yoga stretches” for quite a while now, hoping to keep myself as flexible as possible, improve my balance, loosen stiff muscles, etc. The problem is that I’ve been planning to do my session in the evening after dinner.
I’ve finally recognized a tendency to either shorten my session or just put it off altogether due to my innate laziness. SO – now I’ve changed to doing my session in the afternoon, when I’m still relatively fresh, not sleepy, and more likely to do a full length session, slowly, with intention. (Like as soon as I finish writing this post!)
Last, my doctor here in Thailand recommended three exercises for me to do to strengthen my back when I told her about my ‘mystery debilitating back spasms’ from which I suffered for about a week.
I don’t have weights, but I DO have 1 liter bottles of water. I’m doing two of the exercises using one of the bottles. I’ll increase that to two when this gets easier.
The first exercise is to stand holding the bottle close to your body with both hands in front of you. You twist as far as you can to the left, then back to the front, then twist as far as you can to the right and back again. I’m doing 20 reps.
The second exercise starts with you standing holding the bottle in front of you legs spread for balance. You reach as far as you can up and to the left, hold, then bring it back. Then reach as far as you can up and to the right, hold, then bring it back. I’m doing 20 reps of this one, too.
The third exercise is really a challenge for me. I’m combining it with my yoga stretches. I’m flat on my stomach on my mat, arms in front of me on the floor in a ‘V’ shape. Then I’m supposed to lift up my arms and my head and as much of me as possible from the waist up off the floor and hold.
Yeah, right.
I’m doing the best I can, but I’m barely able to lift anything from my waist up off the floor now. I’m looking at this as the same theory as the lady who created the yoga video for seniors. She said that it doesn’t matter if you can’t touch your toes. If you are TRYING to touch your toes, bend over as far as you can and breathe into it, you are doing the same good for your body as if you DID touch your toes. Your body is stretching toward your goal and will give a bit more each day. I’m HOPING that – if I keep lifting up as much as I can each day – gradually I’ll do better and better. The lifting and stretching will hopefully strengthen my back a bit at a time.
When Brian and I are walking to the gym at 0-dark-30 each morning, I’m thrilled by all the bird calls I have never heard before.
I listen and appreciate, but can’t see the birds doing the calling. There are at least 5 different birds calling each morning. I realize I could probably try to record the calls, but that would mean a distraction from my watching the uneven ground beneath my feet threatening to toss me on my head at any given moment. I can glance up and around quickly for the same reason, but can’t see them to even think about trying to identify them.
I’m a lazy, but appreciative bird lover, and it’s wonderful to hear different calls than I have ever heard in the states. Brian is concentrating on getting to the gym as soon as it opens, plus monitoring me to make sure I’m steady on my feet, am watching where I’m stepping, not falling on my head to and from the gym, not getting distracted – so he’s no help.
I think it would be GREAT if, when I hear one of the wonderful calls, I can say, “Oh, listen to that!” and the bird in question would step out on the branch, or, better yet, fly down close to us, throw his wings out, and say, “This is me!” so I can thank him properly.
I don’t really need to know what some bird-ologist named him – the “wooly headed, wide-mouthed, whapadoo,” or even be able to critically recognize him or his call when I next see him.
I just want to appreciate the beauty of the sound, and smile at the bird, letting him know I think he’s special.
I’m told that some people may set off fireworks this evening somewhere around Chiang Mai, though there isn’t an organized event. I guess there might be enough expatriates here. It would be wonderful to see.
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My dad’s favorite holiday was the 4th of July. We made it an all day event at our house with ‘snakes’ and a ladyfinger or two, but we always went to the swimming club my parents belonged to in order to cook outside, swim, and see their fireworks display.
One year my dad developed cataracts in both eyes. The doctors said they had to get ‘bad’ enough for them to operate on one at a time, but that 4th of July, my dad was almost completely blind. He had given up reading, TV, becoming really depressed about the upcoming holiday. He COULD see lights, but decided he wouldn’t ask Harvey and me to drive my mom and him to the club.
Harvey spent the day out doing errands. He came home with a humongous grocery sack full of fireworks, plus snakes and a whole group of ladyfingers tied together. We brought cookout stuff, which my parents expected.
When we finished dinner Harvey suggested we sit out on the back patio. My dad reluctantly joined us, but it was obvious that his heart wasn’t in it.
Harvey brought out the snakes first. My dad’s face nearly cracked open when he ‘saw’ what Harvey had brought. He got down low, sitting on the concrete, so he could see the snakes as they were lit and grew, curling all over the patio. He was like a kid at Christmas.
Harvey brought out the ladyfingers and my dad hugged him. He asked Harvey to light the end so that the whole group of ladyfingers went off one after the other.
And finally, the sky grew dark. My dad had gotten quiet, wishing he could see fireworks.
Harvey spent the rest of the evening setting off one firework after another in our back yard – safely – but close enough my dad had the best row in the house actually being able to SEE each one. He thanked Harvey over and over for providing the “best 4th of July EVER!”
I brought out a towel and a beer for Harvey, who had been working so hard he was wringing wet and thirsty.
If I hadn’t already loved my husband as much as humanly possible before this, this would have proved to me that my husband was a ‘keeper.’ 🤗
We got home a while ago from visiting Harvey in the nursing home.
It’s getting more and more like a stressful game of charades, or sending smoke signals, or playing the old “20 Questions” game when trying to communicate with my husband.
Today he asked for his notebook. He had written a page and a half of notes he wanted to tell us. The trouble was, his writing was undecipherable. I kept going over and over it, hoping a word or two would give me a clue, but I gave up finally and handed it to Brian. He couldn’t make any sense of it, either. Worst of all, Harvey couldn’t read it – even with his glasses – or remember what he had written.
We gave up on that and just tried to talk to him. The only thing we got was 1) he wanted to come home with us 🥲 and 2) he wanted to order a dishwasher for the condo online (one of the reasons we don’t give him his phone.) I explained to him that we don’t have a lot of dishes to wash and also there wasn’t room to add a dishwasher to the kitchen.
He did say he had a good time playing with the dogs on his wheelchair ride. We are hoping that they take him out every day that the weather is cooperative. It’s a good thing for him to look forward to.
On the way home, we stopped at the small mall to run an errand plus check out a shop that supposedly offered magazines. They DID! We got him three and will take one to him when we visit Sunday. He wanted a newspaper because he wanted to read Thai (and the magazines will enable him to look at written Thai as much as he wants.) He really liked the sugar-free grape drink Brian brought for him and sucked it right down.
Even though communication is more and more of a challenge, he seems to be comfortable. We are hoping the magazine Sunday will give him some good entertainment.
Brian and I have been straining our brains to think of things that may help my husband adjust to being in the nursing home after his stroke.
We are all making a bit of progress, in that he is not actively hostile at this point and is finding a few things to NOT complain about. 😋
One of the things he has asked for is a newspaper. He didn’t even care if it were in Thai or English. I’m not sure what his thinking is, but we decided we would try to bring him one tomorrow when we visit. It also occurred to me that he might enjoy thumbing through a magazine for the pictures.
So after breakfast, we walked to a bookstore that Brian said was close to the condo building and had magazines. (I was happy, also, to get a bit more walking in. It’s cloudy today, so the sun doesn’t immediately bore right through your brain, particularly at around 10am in the morning.)
We got to the bookshop. It was a nice place with lots of good looking Thai books, but not a newspaper or magazine in the place. Some of the reviews we had read had mentioned magazines in particular. We asked the clerk, and she looked at us as if we had two heads. She didn’t have any.
Brian looked quickly on his phone and managed to find another bookstore close by that might have what we were looking for. We got there, only to find it was closed.
SO – we went to have a chocolate and regroup.
It is obvious that at least in Thailand, magazines have gone the way of the dodo bird. Paper newspapers might still exist, but they are not in the hotels close to our condo building, and we didn’t see ANY of the newspaper boxes where you put in quarters and pull out a newspaper, as there are in the states.
I got online when we got home and looked for both newspapers and magazines. Again, there probably ARE some, somewhere, but this is making me feel really old and that this ship has definitely sailed.
People either find what they want to know on their phones or laptops. Paper magazines and paper newspapers are SO old school…
Brian is going to search again and see if there is a way he can order either one, but it doesn’t look like we’ll have anything to take with us tomorrow. 😒
It’s funny, something I thought would be easy and inexpensive turns out to be almost impossible to obtain.
On a good note, though, the nursing home sent us photos and a couple of short videos of Harvey enjoying a wheelchair ride. He has refused to do any more physical therapy, and gets actively hostile about it, but he really seems to enjoy being wheeled out onto the front porch and the front yard.
Yesterday the nursing home sent us pictures of him petting an afghan hound that someone had brought to the front porch. The short videos were of him outside the fence in the front yard, interacting with three beagle type doggies, offering them treats through the fence.
We will continue to look for other things that will bring him some comfort and enjoyment. Today’s efforts were a bust so far, but we will come up with something.
Having a 7-11 in your neighborhood is a huge thing in Chiang Mai. They are very popular and a lot of them are open 24 hours. We actually have one just outside the lobby of our condo building. This is very convenient to lots and lots of folks in the building and in the area.
I’m still finding it a bit of a challenge, though, because of my own limitations. The 7-11 in our building is divided into halves – one on each side of the outer lobby. One part is mainly food and drink and the other is more geared toward medical and general supplies.
You would think you could walk into a 7-11 anywhere in the world and easily find what you’re looking for. It’s a bit more challenging here.
The photo above shows some of the everyday things we have bought downstairs. Sometimes the picture on the product helps you with what it is. Sometimes a brand name can give you an idea what it is. Most things require some study, as – you guessed it – almost every word is in Thai! Imagine that! 🤪
Since I don’t have a payment app on my phone tied to a bank account yet, I have to try to make sure I have enough cash for what I need. That means I look at the bahts listed and then either do math quickly in my head to get a rough idea (35 bahts to a U.S. dollar) or get out my phone and find a conversion on Google. (142 bahts = $4.37 USD)
I asked Brian if he would pick up some toothpaste for me recently. He filled my request very quickly, handing it to me as we came in from other errands. For some reason he was grinning at me. I finally asked what the deal was. He wanted to me look at the toothpaste. I couldn’t tell anything, so went into the bathroom to squeeze a bit out.
At that point, Brian let out a belly laugh – something he almost never does – at the horrified look on my face. It WAS toothpaste, but it was BROWN. It has been marketed as a joke here as something to the equivalent of ‘turd paste.’ It’s a test to see if you’re ‘manly’ enough to handle toothpaste that looks like it came out of the other end of someone.
He laughed even harder – telling me I was ‘cool’ – when I stood there and brushed my teeth with it… (It’s the tube on the right of the photo above.)
“If elephants didn’t exist, you couldn’t invent one. They belong to a small group of living things so unlikely they challenge credulity and common sense.”
― Lyall Watson
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“Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant – the only harmless great thing.”
― John Donne
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“They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.”
― Robert McCammon, Boy’s Life
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“Elephants love reunions. They recognize one another after years and years of separation and greet each other with wild, boisterous joy. There’s bellowing and trumpeting, ear flapping and rubbing. Trunks entwine.”
― Jennifer Richard Jacobson, Small as an Elephant
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“But perhaps the most important lesson I learned is that there are no walls between humans and the elephants except those we put up ourselves, and that until we allow not only elephants, but all living creatures their place in the sun, we can never be whole ourselves.”
― Lawrence Anthony, The Elephant Whisperer: My Life with the Herd in the African Wild
This is the KaVela Craft Chocolate x Bangpun Coffee Bar. As you near the door you cross over a koi pond! There is a sensor on the door frame that you pass your hand in front of for the door to open automatically for you.
It’s a spacious shop with plenty of space for you to talk with a friend or bring your laptop and work as long as you like. The wooden table to the left of the photo is full of incredible VanVela Chocolate offerings, all made from plants grown and processed by the owner for the products in his various shops.
Brian and I like to sit at the table to the top right in this photo. He has a hot version of chocolate and I like the cold.
We go there sometimes on the way home from visiting Harvey at the nursing home. Today was a chance to breathe, talk a bit, and help each other through one of his bad days. He said a couple of things that made sense right at the beginning of our visit, but mainly continues trying to get us to agree to do things that would not only be bad for him and us, but, in some cases, disastrous. We have explained most of this stuff over and over to him, but he just can’t seem to take it in.
We are thankful that Brian and I are not trying to do this alone. The fact that we can discuss options, possible things that might help, or simply listen while one or the other of us needs to vent or needs more hugs than usual, or —-chocolate.
“In a cat’s eye, all things belong to cats.” – English Proverb
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“Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.” – Joseph Wood Krutch
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“Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.” -Missy Dizick
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“As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.” – Cleveland Amory
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“Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes. Can they be thinking, “I’ll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice?” – Bette Midler
I love this song by Willie Nelson. I immediately started humming it when I was weighing and measuring for my end of the month reporting on my efforts to lose the lard – except I sang, “Less of me – Why not take less of me?”
I’m finally entering a phase where I can actually see what might be the end of my efforts to LOSE and the beginning of maintenance. I’ve been at this a LONG time and I had honestly begun to doubt my ability to actually achieve my goal.
As of today, I’ve lost almost 67 pounds and 60 inches since my heaviest. Even though Lynn, my much appreciated and much missed massage therapist did what she could to make me taller, it didn’t work. So I’ve continued to eat low carb and exercise more. I’m now finally within sight of my goal to be in the middle to lower end of the healthy range on a BMI chart and to continue my efforts to get more fit and flexible.
I talked to Brian this morning at breakfast. He has been helping and supporting me, but has lately been getting further and further from strict low carb, trying to introduce me to nice food here, plus just pamper me. We have agreed to be stricter about the low carb, and that instead of each of us getting half of whatever we order, I’ll get one-third and he’ll get two-thirds. I would LIKE to get to my goal weight by my next visit to the doctor – in about two months. Brian and I have agreed that I’ll aim to lose 1 kilo a week (or 2.2 pounds.)
I’m walking a mile on the treadmill at the gym each morning and I’m doing yoga stretches (now in the afternoon) as well as 3 new exercises to strengthen my back.
I hope there will be ‘less of me’ at the end of July!
I walked my mile on the treadmill at the gym this morning, increasing my speed a bit, so that feels good. I also decided to switch my yoga stretching and back exercises to this morning, instead of waiting until the evening, because too often I find ‘other things to do’ (translation: laziness) and then it’s time to go to bed.
I washed out my exercise clothes and some other stuff and put everything on the drying rack out on my balcony. The weather app said thunderstorms would come around 3pm, so I figured I would have time to get things dry and inside before then.
Well the clouds and the weather app weren’t in perfect harmony because the rains came early. I was playing in my art alcove and leaped up when I heard the rain starting. I brought everything inside. Part of the things were dry, but my jeans shorts still need some time. I have them hanging at half mast from a hanger balanced on a shelf right now. The rain seems to be stopping. I may put them back out, or just wait and see if they need more tomorrow.
I’ve been having fun in my art alcove, choosing drawings from YouTube and Pinterest, Etsy, and things I find other places. I’m trying to improve my sad ability to reproduce what I see. I have a big fat sketchbook with lots and lots of pages. I can fill it up, throw it out and start another one, or whatever. I’m not going to ‘do’ anything with these, because the ideas are not mine. I’m not under any pressure doing this, so it has become just a fun activity that might result in improvement.
I started these at the cafe yesterday when we were being scarce so my wonderful housekeeper could work in peace. (I asked Brian to write Khun Nong to tell her how pleased I am with the work she is doing for me, and, of course, the flowers! )
I finished the sketches today. They are good therapy in that trying to reproduce the work of others drives other concerns from my mind for a time, bringing calmness.
I’ve actually made a bit of progress with my owls picture jigsaw puzzle. Nothing to write home about, but I’m not completely at a standstill anymore. Maybe it will come together eventually! 😀
Brian had a cold mocha delivered to the building this afternoon. He’s working, but texted me to let me know it had been delivered, so I could go downstairs and get it. He seems to always be thinking of me. I am such a lucky woman.
Yesterday was Friday, so I went for my massage with Wey-o. Mostly, it was the exquisite massage I’m getting used to – but NEVER taking for granted.
About 2/3 of the time in, a man came in the door of the small, quiet shop, asking in a loud voice if he could get a massage. No, he didn’t want an appointment. He wanted it NOW. A foot massage.
How did I know all this? Wey-o and I were in the cubicle at the far corner of the shop, but there are only curtains between the cubicles and it is assumed people entering will be quiet and respectful. This man obviously didn’t care about anyone but himself. He had to be asked to take his shoes off, when there is a sign and a rack of slippers right at the front of the shop.
The masseuse told him the cost and he started grousing. “The man he had talked to last week had told him 50 baht. She had told him 70. ‘Wellllllll, allllll right!!!!!!!'”
The other lady in the shop agreed to do his foot massage ‘now.’ As it started and continued, he kept up a running commentary on the massage, why he needed it, the fact that he was going for a pedicure across the street when she finished. When she didn’t reply, he said it again, louder, 4 times! He asked if the shop was open every day…
At this point, Wey-o was turning me over on my back. I pointed out to where he was, mimicked a duck quacking with my hand in front of my mouth, put my hands to my ears and shut my eyes. We grinned at each other. She doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak Thai, but no translation is needed when someone is being the epitome of the “Ugly American.”
He got on his phone in the middle of the massage, talking to someone named Mark!
I came out when I had dressed from my massage. I drank my tea and turned to bow and thank Wey-o for a beautiful massage (only managing a probably badly accented, “cawp coon kah!” (thank you.) The other lady stopped the massage, stuck her head out of the curtain and we repeated the thank you and bow and the confirmation for next Friday.
This man embarrassed me. I thought about confronting him, but decided it was probably a waste of breath. If he was boorish enough to ACT that way, my quiet words would have no effect. I’m sorry that he makes it worse for all other Americans or other foreigners, making Thai people cringe at “having to put up with rude foreigners” in order to make a living.
We had a very busy day. I’ve been out since 5:30 this morning and am just home with dinner coming shortly.
I walked my mile on the treadmill at the gym, showered, changed clothes, ate breakfast with Brian. I had a beautiful massage from Wey-o, who takes such wonderful care of me. I came back to the condo, changed clothes again, and Brian and I went to visit Harvey. We came back in time for me to grab my book, sketchbook and pencil supplies and my jacket – we had to vacate so that my wonderful housekeeper, Khun Nong, could come clean. (I’m still thrilled when I say this. I may never get ‘used to’ having help.) We went next door to the cafe, where Brian worked and I did a combination of drawing, reading, and catching up on my phone.
I came back to this –
This was left by Khun Nong. Aren’t they lovely? AND I have a spotless place!
I left her my usual thank you painted card. The cards are always gone when I come back,. I’m not sure she actually likes them, or just takes them so as to spare my feelings … She has also made my fake green leaves that usually live in this pot disappear once again. Do you suppose she might be trying to send me a message about them?
Brian will call me for dinner any minute now. I think we’re both tired from a really full day. Mostly a really good day. Lucky, lucky us!😁
Many Thai women are small, slim, stylish, and wear nice clothes. Brian took me to a nice shop in the ‘small mall,’ – “Maya” (pronounced, “may-yah!”) to look for some workout clothes, plus other things.
Because I’ve lost some weight, a ‘large’ fit me – tightly – but I think that is the largest size in the shop.
I brought 4 pairs of jeans here with me when we moved to Thailand. I ended up cutting off two pairs to make shorts for my gym workouts because the shorts I bought at the shop are still fairly tight in the waist and uncomfortable when trying to exercise.
This helped a bit, but now the jeans – shorts and regular jeans – are too loose around the waist and hips. I’m not to the point where I would fit into the jeans at the shop, but have a problem keeping the jeans on. ARRRRGH!
I ordered a travel sewing kit and it arrived yesterday. I have just finished altering the two long pairs of jeans, the two pairs of shorts, and some fleecy pants I call my ‘snuggies.’ The sewing isn’t NEAT, but it’s sturdy. I wear my shirts outside my pants anyway, so the stitching at the waist doesn’t show, and my pants are staying on – always a good thing… 😂
The long term solution, I realize, is for me to continue to lose the lard so I DO fit into the smaller sizes here.
I’m a basket person from way back. I can think of a wonderful reason that I need almost any shape or size or design of basket. 😜. I had a collection that warmed my heart in the states, but it had to be left behind.
I liked it that the people who lived here before me – or the owner – put up this group of baskets in the bedroom. My friend Marsha suggested that I expand on this and make it more of a statement.
I thought about it, loved the idea, and thought I could expand THAT into clusters of baskets across one wall of the living room.
This is an image I found on the net for a place called, “Maha-Saan”. I simply drooled when I saw this, and I would like to go see it when we can arrange it.
I guess that any time you come to a new country, you will inadvertently do things that might offend. Thankfully, Brian is either warning me ahead of time, or catching me after I make a mistake here in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
I never realized how much I point. I do it when I see something I think is unusual or wonderful and want to make sure whoever is with me doesn’t miss it. NOOOOOOOO! IT IS RUDE TO POINT AT ANYTHING OR ANYONE.
Thai people assume that if you point at them or at what they are doing, you think they are doing something wrong. The initial impression of your point stays with them, even if you try to explain that you were impressed or think what they are doing is wonderful. So, don’t do it! (I’m learning to stuff my hands in my pockets when we’re walking so I don’t inadvertently offend.
I have also tried to capture images to share with you here on the blog. NOOOOOO! IT IS RUDE TO TAKE PICTURES unless the place is a tourist attraction. So, now, if I can, I write down the name of the coffee shop, shop, beautifully decorated place and then Google it when I get home. If it’s listed and I can leave a review, I do that. If it has a website, I know that pictures are not offensive and can share them with you.
Compliment someone’s home or shop when you visit. NOOOOOOOOO! This is rude. Again this was a real surprise to me. This is related to the rudeness of pointing. It is assumed that you will like what you are seeing or that you won’t visit again. If you smile and effusively tell them how wonderful you think it is, you are expressing SURPRISE that they have good taste in decorating. It demeans their ability to be a good business person or homeowner, they think, in your eyes. (Just appreciate, write a review later, recommend the shop to someone else – or, if you KNOW the people whose home you are visiting well, you can quietly tell them how nice you think it is. )
When you are removing your shoes and exchanging them for slippers, putting your shoes or the slippers down loudly or both at the same time. NOOOO! THIS IS RUDE! You do it carefully, one shoe at a time, putting yours on the rack provided or neatly beside the door. Plopping down your shoes or the slippers provided shows a lack of respect for the custom. (I now slow down and do this carefully, one shoe at a time to enter and then to leave.)
I am learning daily how to be more respectful. I have always FELT respectful, but didn’t realize there were so many fine points to showing it. I want to do everything that I can to show the Thai people how happy I am to be in their beautiful country and that I want to honor their traditions.
IKEA barely gave us time this morning to get to the gym for our workout, showered and breakfasted before they called Brian to say they were on the way!
The two-person team assembled the gazillion pieces needed for the bedside table with two deep drawers quickly and competently, put it in place and took the packing stuff with them.
It fits perfectly between the bed and the electrical outlets that stick out from the wall that I’ll be using to charge my phone nightly and the nightlight when needed.
You can see here that I can even open the doors to my closet on the headboard end of the bed!
A happy lady is typing this post to you. I’ve already reorganized things so they are super convenient for me, and will be easy to keep up with.
On top of this, I have the day to myself until dinner, and a number of things from which to choose that I enjoy doing, so I’m a spoiled, happy camper, as well.
I hope that your day will have some wonderful things that make you grin, too.
I have a laundry rack on the balcony which allows me to air things out, give things a quick dry in the sun, wash out undies and other things, etc. I love the flexibility.
You DO have to pay attention to the weather, though. I did a load this morning and brought most of it in. When I was changing clothes from going to visit my husband this morning, I noticed a small spot on the slacks I was wearing, so gave them a quick wash and put them out there.
I was sitting writing the post about the wonderful decorations of the Grab drivers when I heard the rain. Oh, NO!
I dashed out, but my slacks – which had been almost dry – were of course in the path of the rain. They were more dry than wet, though, so I have them hanging from a hanger balanced at the top of one of the rungs that holds the doors to the balcony closed.
They will either be dry by morning, or I’ll put them back out on the rack to see if the second time is the charm.
We use the Grab App on Brian’s phone to travel anywhere we are not walking. I’m truly impressed with this system, where you use the app on your phone, tell them where you are, where you would like to go, and pay for it before they get there, which is usually 5 minutes or less from when you call.
I’ve been amazed at all the ‘decorations’ in the vehicles. Brian pointed out to me that a lot of them are religious. Some have paid monks to paint symbols on the interior roof fabric of the vehicle to try to keep it safe from accidents. Others hang all kinds of really pretty icons and religious symbols from the mirror for the same reasons.
Another thing they do is have small plush animals on the dashboard. I think this is more a personality thing. A small dog or cat will be sleeping on a bed in one corner or the other of the front dash. A small cluster of really sweet animals will occupy one side or the other, or range all the way across the front of the vehicle.
My phone itched for me to take some pictures to share with you, but Brian said that would be rude. You’re not even supposed to SAY anything – even when you think the collection is wonderful. So my mouth stays firmly shut and my phone stays in my carrier.🤗
I just love it when we enter a Grab whose owner has really shown his/her personality.
Some are very business-like – I guess the riders have warranted this – where there is a sign listing things you should NOT do in the vehicle – smoking, drinking, yelling, etc. I almost laughed aloud at a cartoony picture of a drunk obviously throwing up in the vehicle. It is prohibited, of course, with a fine of 5000 baht ($153.11 USD) per violation.
Today was my follow up at the clinic. A month ago we were concerned that I would blow a gasket before blood pressure meds could get my numbers down. The doctor was concerned about that more than any other thing and immediately prescribed a combination of two medicines in one pill. I was to take half a pill for the first six days (to see if I had a bad reaction to THOSE) and then take a full pill until the follow up appointment today.
I was to lose more of my lard (surprise!), exercise more, eat low carb, and record my blood pressure before breakfast and then again sometime in the evening.
She confirmed today that I’m down a bit over 11 lbs since I saw her last (5 kilos). She LISTENED when I told her about the week of mysterious harsh relentless back spasms I had and my continued short waves of light-headedness.
Instead of prescribing muscle relaxants, or some such, she showed me three exercises I can add to my yoga stretching routine that will strengthen my back. She applauded my weight loss and my blood pressure recording.
She recommended that I –
1) continue the low carb meals;
2) continue exercising with the added exercises for my back;
3) continue to lose my lard; and
4) continue with the same dosage of blood pressure medicine.
Follow up in 2 months. My appointment was for 1:30. We actually had some of the things done before that! We were out of there by 2pm and the cost for the whole thing was less than the meds alone would have been in the states.
She LISTENS to my concerns. She recommends – and isn’t pushy. She is on top of all my other issues, so I don’t feel I am going to a new doctor each time. I feel extremely lucky we found this doctor and feel confident I am under good care. Whew!
We have been in the position of having to accept hospital appointments for tests, prescriptions for new medicines, etc., and being presented with yet another bill without our being contacted, having our acceptance, etc.
This is not sustainable. We didn’t expect the stroke my husband suffered or the month in the hospital. We have found a caring nursing home who is now taking care of him (he is basically bedridden) and, though he is able to talk now (with our reading his lips), he makes very little sense. Sometimes he knows who we are, sometimes not. Each visit is challenging.
Our basic goal is to make him as comfortable and content as we can. This is challenging, as well. He says conflicting things, often at the same visit. He is delusional, unhappy with some stuff. We pay attention to all he says, check out what is possible, and try to substitute as many things we know he likes for things he actively doesn’t.
He has been receiving physical therapy. He is really unhappy about that. This has been going on for two months now at the nursing home, and – to our eyes – is going in the wrong direction. He seems to be weaker now that before, and is actively fighting efforts to try to get him mobile – into a wheelchair, up and walking, things that would make him stronger and able to do a few things on his own. This is one of the things he is continuing to be adamant about. He wants the physical therapy to stop. He DOES like to get into the wheelchair and be wheeled onto the front porch or out in the yard, so we are asking that they substitute what he wants to do for something he is not cooperating with and actively dislikes.
Other decisions, such as cutting off the un-agreed-to appointments at the hospital, new meds – very few of which are important to keep him alive – etc. are being discussed. These added costs to what is already expensive are unsustainable.
SO – we will continue to visit him and try to provide things he seems to like, both when we are there and when we aren’t, that will hopefully make things more pleasant for him. Attitude is all – but his isn’t very positive so far.
Eric Girouard @ericg.photography – “Landscape & architecture photographer known to saunter in search of fresh pixels when not making old pixels live up to their potential.”
I found these awe-inspiring photographs on Bluesky Social and wanted to share his work with you.
I showed you the painting I chose as the first art for my condo. I looked up Kaew to find out more about the artist. I love supporting local people, and I fell in love with this painting.
“My name is Saengkaew Bongkotmat, but you can call me “Kaew” which you will see signed on all the paintings. I was born in Krabi province, Thailand on August 22, 1975. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in education technology and I studied art as a minor, also. I like painting when I was young. After University, I worked in business, but was not happy. I was making money but not finding fulfillment in my work. Because of the unhappiness in my business life. I returned to painting full-time about 10 years ago, and discovered that this is really me. I began selling my art at the Chiang Mai Night Market, and now have a gallery and art shop in The Old City. Art is my passion and now my full-time job. My goal is to capture Thai culture in the style of my paintings. I intend to continue my best artistic work, and improve my painting.“
I think maybe it was his wife who packaged the painting for us so well. This is a small family shop exquisitely arranged to grab your interest and delight the senses the minute you enter.
Brian and I discussed where to hang the painting. I immediately chose what I thought was the perfect spot on the wall behind the sofa, where the wall has a section with the same rectangular shape. Brian thought the hanger wasn’t as secure as we would like, and so switched it to the spot where I posted the pics. (He then said THAT hanger wasn’t very secure, either.)
One of the things keeping me up last night was the placement of my very first purchased original painting. Today I have moved the painting to the spot I think is where it should live – celebrating the beauty of the busy, robust, creative, and colorful Thailand street.
Kaew captured one of the many things I love about Chiang Mai. I smile each time I raise the shades showing my wonderful views of the buildings and the streets and shops below. Now I have an original artist’s creation on my wall where I can celebrate the country and its people – shades up or down!
This is being delivered here Wednesday morning, and assembled by IKEA people, since they have the tools needed and we don’t – AND the things with drawers have a gazillion pieces.
Brian got me a floor fan for the bedroom so I wouldn’t have to unplug the one from the living area and carry it to the bedroom to plug it in. Moving air is very important to your comfort level, no matter what you set a thermostat for. I was happy to HAVE the fan to carry back and forth, but I was delighted when he knocked on my door and brought another fan in.
When he set it up and showed me it had a remote, he said, “You need a bedside table.” I told him I had been doing just fine, but he wasn’t hearing any of it. He said, “You need a table for your night light, the fan remote, your phone plugged into the charger, a bottle of water, kleenex, a book, your glasses….”
I couldn’t sleep last night because I was unable to turn my brain off. The biggest problem as my sleep-starved mind saw it, was, “What if the drawer table we ordered is too wide to go beside my bed?”
I looked up the table and found out the dimensions are 40×55 cms. Our notes didn’t specify which was the width. Since I don’t speak Thai, centimeters, kilograms, celscius or baht, and have to look each up to convert until I learn the new-to-me systems (duh), I ended up at my computer doing the conversions, opening my closet door and measuring again, then doing it over again because my brain function in the middle of the night is less impressive than during the daytime. 🤪
The table is 55 cms high (21-5/8″), by 40 cms wide (15-3/4″), by 48 cms deep (18-3/4″). The spot I have for the bedside table with the closet door open is 50.8 cms (20″). I had to go back AGAIN to make sure that the table is 15-3/4″ wide and we have 20″ available. WHEW!
This is probably the last piece of furniture we will buy for the condo, and we almost messed up. AND – if any of the measurements are wrong, we CAN scoot the bed over toward the outer wall some. WHEW again.
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