Ding dong the witch is dead
Trip Start Dec 28, 2004
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The sun is finally shining here in southern Thailand. For those of you who do not follow the weather in south east Asia all that closely or have been wrapped up in little things like giant tsunami’s, nuclear meltdowns and an all new bombing campaign against more Muslims you have missed the record rainfall that had beset my little piece of earth
It has been quite the crazy season here at my work. Our new boat finally is out on the water after a 4 month delay but I suppose late is better than never. Our 3 managers who started the season and have been entrenched here for years are all gone as of this writing. One is running from the immigration police because for two years he never renewed his visa which is a very big no-no so he is somewhere in northern Thailand hiding out. The guy who was the Thai manager saw his duties reduced throughout the year due to complete incompetence and then as of today he just upped and quit since he saw the writing on the wall
The dive shop is under a new manager who is very German in his efficiency and yet flamboyantly gay which I find hilarious. Things seem to be getting turned aroundas far as customer relations and looking upon the dive staff as an asset instead of an annoyance which seems like basic common sense since we are the ones taking the people into the water but under the last management regime we were looked upon as disposable
Alaska is looming very large on my horizon at the moment and I am NOT looking forward to it at all. It’s not so much the work (although that is not gonna be fun either) but the weather and sleeping in a fucking tent for 3 months is what is sticking in my craw. Do you have any idea how wet everything gets even in a quality tent when it’s been set up for a few months? I’m thinking some milk crates to make shelves for my clothes may be in order this season along with some pallets to keep my mattress off of the wet nylon. Sometimes I stop and look at myself and think “I’m 36 fucking years old and am living in a tent. What the fuck am I doing?” But again this is a means to an end and to be perfectly honest I am looking forward to living a slightly more pimpified lifestyle when I come back to Thailand after the season. A few months in a tent is not the end of the world but it is definitely not something that I am looking forward to as the time draws near. Thankfully I live in tropical paradise the rest of the time and have quite the kick ass job while I’m here so it kind of evens out in the end. By the way, get used to my bitching about Alaska because after reading many of my past posts, it seems like my favorite theme whenever I am there.
To be more positive I will state that I am looking forward to the food that I have missed over the last 2 years which sounds kind of lame I suppose but when you’ve been gone this long it really does sort of take on a life of its own
At the moment, out of all of my friends that I keep in touch with from high school and college there are only 3 left that are not married. Jim boukas, the consummate pot head and general dilly dallier of life is currently engaged to his girlfriend and will be married sometime soon. Then again Jim has been attending harper community college for the last 12 years (I’m not making this up) so he is not exactly one to keep to a tight schedule
And then there is me. The utter personification of a life that has been carefully designed and maintained to revolve around the central tenant of hedonism. Almost everything I do is because it seems fun, or it may feel good or it may lead to a fun time while feeling good. In all honesty, life has been one giant party other than that small stretch of time I spent in the state penitentiary at which point the party had definitely come to an end. I tried the straight bit….you know, 9-5 with an honest day’s pay for an honest day’s work. This was directly after I got out of the army and about 6 months before I started selling drugs. Now admittedly the drug selling thing didn’t work out in my favor and although I STILL do not have a moral problem with selling drugs, the penalties convince me not to. But even having given up the wheeling and dealing of LSD through the Midwest I have managed to avoid really having a life of responsibility and tie downs.
At almost 36 years of age I have no credit cards, no car or payments for a car
I say all of this with one thought nagging at the back of my mind and that is IM. My little Thai she devil that makes life so great and so maddening at the same time. I am asking myself the question of whether or not I am ready to give up the life that I have so carefully cultivated over so many years to finally settle down and become………..a responsible adult (it took about a 5 minute pause before I could write those 3 words). I’ve been weighing all of this for the last few months and my mind is tired from the seesaw action. My sister in law actually gave me the advice to make a pro and con list. But really doesn’t any sort of sane, premeditated lucid thought go out the fucking window when you are dealing with love? If this is the case then the con list could have 600 entries and the pro list only listing be “love” and the pros would still win the day
For those of you keeping track, Mimi is doing quite well. She is finally almost fully recovered from the brutal hair cut that IM administered a few months ago. Talk about a chop job…..poor dog looked horrible but she is coming back to her fluffy ball of cotton self. During all the rain she did not have the common sense to get under cover so she was constantly soaking wet for 6 days. Had a nice mix of wet dog and mold smell going on and I didn’t see the point in giving her a bath since she was just going to run outside into the mud 5 minutes after I washed her . She is very cute and very playful but also very stupid. For those of you who remember her elephant attacking days I will present this as exhibit 1-A.
I’ve never really had an emotional attachment to a dog like this before and to be perfectly candid, I always laughed at people who were a bit crazy over their dogs but now I kind of get it. I love the little furry idiot and am almost equally sad to be leaving her behind as I am to be leaving IM…..yeah yeah I know that is sacrilege to a relationship but hey, the little pug faced bastard is cute and understands my intricate levels of consciousness in a purely furry little Buddha sort of way. It’s nice to come home to absolute and unquestioning love and excitement. Of course there is a little extra level of excitement if I am carrying a barbequed chicken home from the market but I understand this primal programming. It is equally impossible for her not to get overly excited by bbq chicken as it is for me not to be excited but the smile and wink of a Thai girl……it’s just hardwired man and this is something that the world just needs to understand
It’s funny some things that never cease to put a smile on my face. We have a 15 minute drive from the shop down to the pier and vice versa on the way back. During this drive we pass an elephant camp that is placed near the road and in the morning they are getting ready for the tourist horde but in the afternoon it is very common to see 5 or 6 very large elephants just put out to pasture in the surrounding greenery. America has cows grazing in the fields and Thailand has elephants. Cracks me up to no end and I’ve been here a long time.
Ok well that is all from here for now. I’ve talked quite a bit but really have not said all that much when you stop and read it. I suppose sometimes I get diarrhea of the keyboard and just let flow a stream of thought that is running through my mind. I don’t know if it’s better left untyped but here it is for the world to digest. Thanks for reading all of this crazy crap and keep tuned in for my big arctic adventure…..this is sure to be fun???????