Tunnel Light

A faint glimmer of sunlight casts shadows on the Chumpon version of Wild Kingdom. This morning snarls and yips from the neighbor's dog who invaded territory provided a charming punctuation to the otherwise boring ritual of morning coffee. Then the terrified shrieks of a chicken who managed to fly in a window that Yong decided to leave open in the detached studio--lots of drama, no blood in either case.

I am so ready to go home.

Five more days of paradise.

Today holds further excitiement with a trip to 7/11 in Pak Nam to replenish the dogs' supply of canned sardines--be still my heart. And I--oh god--if there is a spot where there is edible food in a "restaurant" I pray I find it today.

The local shops near this little compound are heavy on the Fanta, the preservative-laced chips. icecream bars and malnourished peanuts in the shell. Haiving polished off my last package of Mama (instant noodles), I'm in need of a few supplies myself. I think of the food that lines the sidewalk of Chokchai Ruammit and I stare at my overnight bag and I count the days one more time...