There's no season I love more than southern winters. Have you ever tried swimming when it's colder outside? How about soaking in the hot tub in the rain? My goodness, is it nice!
My excuse for not updating any sooner is that a few days ago we noticed that our fireplace and living room floor were soaking wet.
To find the source of the leak, my good friend John came over and after Geoff and I properly caught up with him over falafels and coffee, we let him cut various window sized holes in our walls both downstairs and on the first floor.
After about the fifth hole John found the monster. It was a hole so tiny in one of the water pipes that you probably wouldn't be able to thread a single hair through it, producing a steady stream of water behind the wall.
The plumber came and fixed the pipe and while John was working on reconstructing our demolished walls for the next few days, we found a digital TV cable coming out of one of the walls. Well, since the walls are
open anyway, wouldn't it make sense to re-route the cable behind the fireplace wall in case we ever decide on one of those big flat screen TVs?
Yes, people, I confess, Geoff and I have never had a big flat screen TV and we do not even have cable. We must be the most old fashioned people I know, but never has it ever occurred to either of us to upgrade our plain analogue TV that resides in an armoire.
The good thing about not being a TV addict is that I seem to have more time than most people I know. I am not addicted to any show, though I have to admit, every time the new season of "24" comes out I buy it on DVD and Geoff and I finish a season in about 4 days. Gross, I know. The downside of not watching TV is that I don't get half the jokes my friends make (I have to confess, I have no idea what the word "tivo" means) and sometimes I am a week late with breaking news. But hey, how else would I find the time to soak in the hot tub in the rain if I had a show to watch every night?
So anyway, my friend John did a really great job on recessing the cables and the cable guy hooked everything up and we now have cable in our living room and in the bedroom! My goodness, people, TV is so addictive! Last night our guest, our new cat, Jamie, Geoff and I were watching teeny bopper movies till we passed out! Pathetic, I know. We're hooked, nothing we can do about it, the damage is done and we're way past the point of no return.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone, and thanks for reading.
P.S.: Geoff's birthday is coming up and I am totally clueless as to what to get the man.
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How could I forget the rampant sightings of middle-aged, fat, Western men surrounded by half a dozen beautiful teenaged Thai girls? The pushy street vendors and the constant noise?
For what I'd like to talk about here, I'll tune out the fact that Bangkok truly is the red-light district of the world, and yes, if you're like me, it does get pretty shocking. But on the flip side of the coin, Bangkok is also a place of tranquil private gardens where every pebble has its exact place, where the most exotic orchids grow like weeds and where the food is to die for.
Last time I was there was last Spring, following the landfall of Hurricane Nargis into Myanmar. If you know a bit about Myanmar, then you know how bad it is there... but I am not going to talk about that, not here.
Back to Bangkok. You know that I can go just about anywhere and love it? The beauty that is life itself is ever present wherever I go, and it makes everything beautiful to me. To me, beauty is people. People drinking coffee, slowly, sip by sip. Friends having lunch. People growing orchids on their porches. The sweat beads on the street vendors' foreheads as they make me a cup of jasmine tea while preparing my 25-cent meal to a level of perfection known only in the heavens.
During the six weeks I spent there last spring I never experienced a minute of silence or stillness. When you're connected to people, you're very alive, don't you think? Life, good or bad, is what Bangkok is full of and life is what I love. In a very strange way, I found a comfortable level of solitude among the 8 million people I shared 3,000 square miles with.
Many people associate Bangkok with shopping. Bargaining, bargaining, bargaining. I love shopping as much as the next person and I am as expert at it as they come. And yes, Bangkok is definitely one of those places where you'll end up buying an extra piece of luggage (fake Louis Vuitton for $150, anyone?) just so you'll have something to take all your treasures home in. I keep telling people, the fake-brand-name thing is so rampant there, even beggars wear "burberry" shirts and "bvlgari" watches.
So, while some tourists were going crazy over the $20 fake Prada shoes, there was one shop that was love at first sight for me and the only one I care to promote here.
It is owned by a beautiful Japanese girl, Yukiko. The store is called "BLOOM" and it is in downtown Bangkok, in Silom Village. If you're ever in Bangkok and if you want to find this shop, just tell the cab driver to take you to Silom Village. The shop is a showcase for high quality handbags that are sewn together from combinations of primitive looking tribal style handmade patches of fabric and very high quality leather. Just as I like it, tribal mixed with the highest quality luxury. I just love her gorgeous handbags. While two doors down you can easily buy fake Chanel and Louis Vuitton handbags for under $30, a Coach or even Prada for under $15, her handbags are the ones that represent true style and beauty to me. They run around $100 - 200 a piece and the very large ones are around $300.
Like everyone else, I own a lot of handbags. Some are brand names that anyone can recognize from a mile away. I guess that's the point of carrying a brand name piece. I hardly ever wear those. My favorite bag by far is the one from Yukiko's store. Strangers walk up to me asking where I bought it. I had a stranger wanting to buy it off my shoulder. My second favorite purse is a vintage leather bag I bought for $12 at a thrift store by the harbor near my house. It never fails to get at least two compliments per day when I wear it. My third favorite handbag is a handwoven one from India I bought for under a dollar to put the tiny Mysore bananas in that I had just bought. To me, no $2,800 Chanel logo can replace the feeling of holding onto that woven bag on tiny bananas while fearing for my life on the backseat of a local's questionable motorcycle cruising through the heaviest traffic in the world on Mysore's dusty dirt roads.
I have had the airline lose my luggage on numerous occasions. They usually deliver it the next day.
There was one time when my luggage was lost "on the way there" and it took the airline 3 days to deliver it to me. During those 3 days I was wearing clothes that friends loaned me and my make-up and accessories were totally off. I literally felt as though I was in someone else's skin. I might have looked okay but I felt like I was somebody else. Sort of a bad hair day, you know, when nothing feels quite right.
Have you ever had that off-beat feeling?
The reason I am bringing it up is that that is kind of how it feels to be blogging on 'Typepad'. As many of you noticed, my old site went down. (old posts are here) I am sure Typepad is a great service and all that, but nothing about it is familiar and it kind of feels as though I am typing into someone else's blog.
I have to tell you, not having a blog was a strangely liberating feeling. But being a creative spirit, eventually I did miss it a lot.
In other news, Geoff and I are back from India and Geoff got over his jet lag. We have a friend staying with us for a while and three days ago I adopted an awesome cat called Jamie from the shelter. He's got a lot of personality.
I am afraid that's about all for now, gotta run.
Thanks for reading.
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