As I correctly anticipated last evening, my younger brother did not arrive home by mid-evening, so I was able to get to bed early. Possibly it was 9:30 p.m.
I never sleep particularly well ─ just in segments. And so it was that by 1:00 a.m., I felt awake enough to rise and get to work on the post I am trying to finish at one of my six hosted websites.
My wife had not yet come home following her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant, so I kept expecting her to be making a late appearance. Her friends all seem to know that she is functionally unable to say no when they want her to party whenever it may be that they insist on it.
Well, she never did come home overnight ─ such is my sorry marriage.
It was at least 5:00 a.m. before I returned to bed, but I did not sleep all that well regardless; and when I rose after 9:00 a.m., I was not feeling at all well-slept.
My brother was already up and watching T.V. downstairs, but I did not join him until within 10 minutes of 10:00 a.m. Our usual weekday routine is for me to put our T9 8.1 TV Box into operation and locate episodes of some of the T.V. series that we follow, so that is what I did until late into the noon hour.
By then my brother was ready to make a return to his bedroom to rest up for his afternoon outing to begin drinking somewhere again; and I was probably back in my own bed by 1:30 p.m. at latest to seek some further sleep.
That sleep was very hard won. And as I type these words at 5:52 p.m., for some while I have been suffering a vague headache ─ the sort that comes of eyestrain and poor sleep.
My wife did finally come home. Just ahead of 3:40 p.m., I thought I was hearing my eldest stepson trying to unlock the front door upon coming home from work ─ my brother had locked the door when he left home because he set off before I was up from my nap.
However, to my considerable surprise, it was my wife. She was in a fluster because she wanted to shower and change clothes and even get some laundry going, and still get away on her fairly long drive to make the restaurant's 4:30 p.m. afternoon opening ─ it always shuts down at 3:00 p.m. for that 90-minute period.
I have no idea if my wife worked earlier ─ I suspect not. And she won't have made the 4:30 p.m. opening, now that I reflect upon the matter.
Apart from reporting that we are into what I think is at least our third consecutive day of (mostly) rain, I am really only blogging today because at 7:08 a.m. this morning an E-mail arrived from my youngest stepson. He and two of his friends left on a flight in the earliest a.m. of January 12 for a holiday over in Thailand.
He broke from his friends for a couple of days so that he could visit his family home to see his grandmother and other relatives. The last time the 22-year-old was back home in Thailand was in 2009.
Anyway, he had sent me some photos that were unfortunately drastically reduced in size, so I used the free service at Online-Convert.com to enlarge them anywhere from 2½ to three times the size in which I received them. Then I uploaded the results to an album of mine at Google Photos.
So here are the photos ─ the main reason I am posting today.
This is the lad ─ along with what appear to be some very large dogs:
This second photo is of him with his cousin's wife and her baby:
Although no descriptions arrived with any of the photos, my research reveals the reclining Buddha above to be at Wat Pa Phu Kon. The next photo would be the exterior of that same temple:
Here the lad is posing with his aunt as he holds her granddaughter:
Another shot of the three of them:
Here, the lad's grandmother joins him and the young mum and her child:
And various other shots of the temple and my stepson and his aunt:
I replied back, teasing him with feigned consternation that he and his two friends are only wandering around Thailand and taking photos of scenery, temples, monuments, and so forth ─ doesn't Thailand have any pretty girls anymore?
No comments:
Post a Comment