foolish? poolish?

Thailand must be a truly blessed land. Repair work that would surely injure, kill, or just never work out is accomplished here with minimal fuss and attention to safety. Today, a bunch of ceramic tiles in the swimming pool at our apartment are scheduled for replacement. I had assumed that the maintenance workers were going to drain the pool to accomplish this repair, but it looks like thousands and thousands of litres of water isn't going to stop the repair work. It must be like the time when my friend had the underwater lights in her pool replaced while the electricity was still on and the water was still in ...

The swimming pool repair conundrum is just one of the bizarre things occupying my mind today. The other thing that I am getting obsessed with is having to submit a copy of our truck's registration to the office that issues us the permit to use The Compound's shortcut access to the expressway to get permanent access before our temporary access expires. I thought that a photocopy of our registration sticker would do it, but the folks at the office assured me that I needed a photocopy of some booket. Well, while fetching the toy that my kid left in the car last night, I searched the glove box, and there are no booklets! So, I'm wondering if maybe "registration" was a code word for "proof of insurance" because that's what I found. Even when I think that I know what I'm doing here, it's obvious that I don't ...

Maybe I should just eat more spicy papaya salad and not think so hard :)