Monday, January 16, 2012

All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready to Go

I still have a week and a half before the flight to Bangkok, but since my bedroom set went away two weeks ago, I decided to put what I will need in my suitcases.  Washington is a cool climate and cold for me.  Bangkok is the opposite.  Thus packing my shorts, t-shirts and sandals in one bag for every day and my dress shirts, ties and slacks for teaching days, I have my entire Washington wardrobe left untouched.  I am still free to wear all the flannel, wool and fleece until I take off in that silver bird on high.

We had a great weekend the first days of the sale with the earlier mentioned bedroom set going the first day, and several other large items.  The next weekend we had fewer sales and then this weekend we got snow which shut it down.  If I were to do it all over again, though, I would probably just stack everything in the front year, pour gas on it and set it afire.  It helps keep better relations.

I managed to hurt my back last Sunday and today Nee is in pain.  We are getting closely acquainted with painkillers, heating pads, Ben Gay and the local masseuse.  He does a great job for $50 an hour.  Nee misses her Thai massage that cost about $6 an hour.  I had one years ago and felt like I had been pummeled into confessing any sin they wanted so I haven't done it since.  I would even give out any secret formulas, if I knew any.  When it was over, Nee asked me if I liked it and I said I liked the part where they quit hurting me.

Nee says I have to learn to lower my living standard to be happy in Thailand.  She hasn't been specific though I suspect she means I have to learn to think of the sound of motorcycles the way I think of birdsong here.  Hmmm.  I am flexible to a degree. 

I was taking a nap when I woke up in horror.  We had gotten a bid for shipping for 200 cubic feet.  I started calculating that in my head and suddenly I started to wonder if I should have said 2000 instead.  Fortunately most of what we are taking is packed and most of the boxes show their cubic footage.  I had to measure a few of the larger ones and find a calculator to bring cubic inches to feet, assuming I did my math right.  I measured height times width times depth and... well you get the idea.  I added them all up and came up with 156 cubic feet or thereabouts.  A small box from UHaul is 1.5 cubic feet so I figure I still have room for another 20 or 30 boxes.  What a weird way to spend a day.


  1. Roy, oh Roy. Though we have only been back in touch with each other in the last couple of years, I must admit that your absence here in the States will surely be missed. In my own mind, I wish that you had stuck it out here. Anyway, I wish you again the very best.

  2. Thanks, Allen. Remember half this couple is from Thailand and she would prefer to be home. I could stay here and wait out the storm but I would like a bit of adventure in my life before I am too old to care.