Her escape technique is always the same: She looks cute and somebody picks her up in no time.
Last night was the first night it felt a bit chilly since last “winter.” From now through January is the best part of the year in NE Thailand.
We start the new term at Rajabhat Maha Sarakham University on Monday.
I teach weekend classes all tomorrow; today’s class was cancelled because we were locked out of the building. Nobody complained, because my students are also teachers preparing for next week.
Thailand has been suffering from record flooding in recent weeks. What sets this situation apart from years past is that previously safe areas have also been flooded out. Rainfall has been heavy in some areas, but what seems to have caused the problems this time is the steady meddling with waterways and ignoring what might happen when they overflow.
Maha Sarakham is said to be at risk from today until October 31st.
I think the area where our house is should be okay, but of course there is also the possibility of the roads being wiped out, so I went aggro at Big C last week and stocked up on loads of boxed milk for Max and diapers for both of them. Also, the Nam (river) Chi flows in a long curve along the back of the Big C parking lot before running parallel to the highway to Kalasin, so it’s a good place to see the water level.
I hope I never have to use the rubber raft I brought over from Japan.
A couple weeks ago I was engaged in the never-ending battle to figure out why my Crown hates running cold so much (Next step: Replace coil pack and plug cables, plus various tweaking with components expensive to replace but cheap to check/clean). I took her out on the Sarakham bypass that’s close to our house and runs for a couple unimpeded kilos in a straight line. It was a glorious sunny day, dry and hot, and I was running with all four windows open.
As I started up the bypass, it suddenly started raining, though there was hardly a cloud in the sky (weather like this always reminds me of Hawaii for some reason). Luckily, I was headed into the wind, so not much rain got inside the car. By the time I was halfway through the run, something curious happened. The rain hitting the hot asphalt started steaming and the entire highway was enveloped in a dense fog. The thing is, I was completely alone on the road and I savored that moment of having it all to myself. As I cruised with windows open and wipers on, the wind blew the fog into dancing spirals that parted as we passed through. When I got to the end of the bypass, it suddenly stopped raining. When I got to school, the janitor sweeping out the parking lot saw my car and asked if it was raining.
I said yes and thought, just for me.
He will do anything to avoid going. Once he’s there, it seems that he has a great time, but he just hates going (this is how I felt about school at his age, too).
He is clever enough to say he is sick, and determined enough to say that he wants to go to the doctor and get a shot (!).
He will refuse food for over an hour, and then suddenly eat with gusto just as we’re about to go out to the car.
Once in the car, he will say he wants to eat this or that from a roadside vendor, or suddenly want to visit a specific place.
My favorite, though, is when he offered to stay home and clean his room:
Yes, I made him go when he was finished.