Monday Evening

I came back to the room and watched the inauguration so I did not make a story.  I learned on Facebook that old neighbors Michael and Jack were at the event, in the parade, and at the balls... and as Jack said, if I don't see the Pres today, I will see him at the office tomorrow.  And am I surprised?  Onward to my wonderful life... By the way, it is a slow go here.  I am up functioning...but I am in the room sleeping more than I have every done.  and why not.   Dr says...need to rest... and the "tomtoms" are much less and my knee is getting stronger.   So now with some story and pictures. As I strolled along to dinner last night I caught one of the four legged sewer creatures having a snack in a left pan in a small cubby kitchen.  I waited for a long  time to see if he would return since he was rather cute sitting in the pan...later he popped out from under the cabinet and scampered away.  I don't like to say this, but I think this is the kitchen of a street vendor.... I only eat that which is cooked on site and in a wok of great heat.

There is a great deal of sweeping that goes on all day long.  It might lead one to think that things are more clean...but maybe not. The evening shadow sun warms the stone and casts some shadows.  While I enjoy the still life, I am very fond of the people.  I love to make up stories for them.   Here are a few that popped in my path last evening....

I called this man....waiting for the bus...and of course there are no buses in Chaingmai.and accross the street is miss I'm too sexy for my pants.

This band of music folks are carrying everything and don't have much concern about getting their belonging packed.. One thing....they have shoes.