If I thought the mother of inconveniences was no internet, I had more coming.
I live in a wooden house on a concrete foundation. It was probably the first one built in the neighborhood. It shows its age to the keen eye and attracts bugs, like spiders and termites, and dust blows in through the cracks.
There are a couple of English lessons I’ve taught that have do with learning about different types of houses from around the world, and the cumulation is the students get to create their own dream home. Great vocabulary building and an opportunity for them to flex their creative muscles.
The examples that I have given have been an underwater castle (I would like to be a mermaid in the next life) and a secret hideaway cabin in the woods. Recently I realized that the latter dream house has come true because I am living in what I imagined or wrote down for the classes (sans jacuzzi and library – working on it!!!).
Of course, dreams are not without their inconveniences and that’s what gives it its creamy texture and taste. No I am not talking about durian…I don’t think dreams smell like that. Then again, I’m a young cat and what do I know?
Anyway, I’d rather choose butterscotch or mint as a dreamy scent. Good lord, where was I?
So the house is rustic (and magical) and since I’ve been here there was damage under the roof. The straw weaving has been eaten (?) or munched by a felled tree or ginormous creature with claws looking for a tokay lizard. And the landlord finally decided to have it fixed.
Well. This created quite the noise and hubbabooboo. Shingles went flying off the roof because they had gone bad (like some apples I knew) and I decided I couldn’t stay inside my cozy nest while all this party crashing was going on. So I left. Gasp.
And ran around when the sun was at its zenith (yes, I said zenith), taking care of errands that I push off my plate because I don’t really want to deal with them.
The following day a makeshift scaffolding was created (and how the house shook!) and more work would begin (and how the cats hid!) so I left my humble abode. Again. Now if you don’t know me or the house then you don’t know how challenging it is to leave. Yes, challenging. I wasn’t quite, crying babe leaving mother’s arms inconvenienced, but close, very close.
As a result I ate for the first time (wait for it…) in my new neighborhood (I have a kitchen, okay!) while waiting for my friend (another delay) before we got swanky haircuts and lunched as ladies do. (THAT was a long ass sentence.)
So you do realize what this means, right? I don’t have internet and that’s why I’m writing. . .
Another inconvenience is my house guest. Now that sounds bad but what I mean is when you have someone living in your home, your schedule becomes interrupted. You have to share things. Ug. Sharing. You have to wait for someone else to use the shower or internet or whatever, and consider the fact that all you have in the fridge is juice and beer. (and the problem is????)
Inconveniences are good for me though. When I first got to Thailand I thought I would go bat shit crazy over every trial and tribulation (see: living in thailand & phases of an expat) but perspective kept me sane enough. To put it ever so simply, I’m grateful that I don’t need help going to the toilet and I have 10 fingers and 10 toes, you know?
Although I don’t know what all this really means. Perhaps the other side of inconveniences is flexibility and as soon as you are unable to bend in the wind like a tree or bamboo, you snap.
Character building, I suppose (*grumble, grumble*). . .