November 3rd, 2019


November 3--Rotary Dial

It is a crisp, cool morning here. My favorite kind of morning--coffee always tastes better on a cold morning. I have used the word "morning" four times already. Moving on.


Our house in Thailand is finished enough that they had the monks in to do the house blessing last weekend. Now MaMa and Malida's brother are staying there for a week to make sure the blessing sticks. Or something. They are happy with how it turned out. MaMa is working on some of the details like getting curtains, hot water heaters for the shower, and stuff like that.


It was a five-monk event. Lots of folks from the village came and there was plenty of food. I wish we could have been there.

MaMa has done a fantastic job of being the construction foreperson. She has pretty much handled all the finances, made a lot of the day-to-day decisions, and kept everyone on the right path.

I'm thinking about clearing all the junk that has accumulated in my home office. There are piles of stuff everywhere. It does not spark joy. The idea of cleaning doesn't really spark joy either, but it has to be done.

I still can't find the two hard drives that have ten years of my photographs on them. I hid them before we went to Thailand in 2018, and have never been able to remember where. This last time around I hid the credit cards I wasn't going to take with me, and didn't remember where they were until I stumbled across them yesterday. I need a better system.

Work is work. I am looking forward to winter break, which is about 6 or 7 weeks away.


Here's some no-knead bread I made in my dutch oven. It is delicious with some butter. It sparks joy.