Losing “it” and the weather
In the middle of the working day, sometimes while walking on my way to work, sometimes in the mornings, as I drink my coffee while trying to focus on the day ahead, “it” hits me.
I think about things I wanted to write about, to elaborate.
But as such a time as now, I am in bed, with the laptop on, I try to remember what that glimpse of imagined creativity was yesterday, a while ago, last week. It escapes me. The initial idea is gone. It doesn’t even reach the blank pages of the word document. I hope this is not a block. Okay, something is coming to mind…
The weather in Thailand.
I wonder about the clothes in the night market. The weather here in Chiang Mai seems to be summery hot the whole year round. But I was told differently by people who have been here for years. They say it gets cool during the last quarter of the year, which is just about now.
Although the temperature is better than the first two months since I came here, I still find it extremely hot when the sun comes out and stays up high in the sky.
And the clothes at the night market suggests it too. I saw knitted bonnets like those sold in Baguio, scarves, long sleeved shirts. The hilltribe products are lovely but the materials are quite heavy. Too hot for me to wear here. But the weather now, the clothes, do suggest the idea that at one point, maybe long before I was born, Chiang Mai had Baguio’s weather.
Like Baguio, Chiang Mai is way up north of Thailand. They have hilltribes and mountain people. It is land locked, surrounded by mountains. Okay, well, maybe more like La Trinindad because La Trinidad is a valley and so is Chiang Mai. But still, I can’t help thinking that because of global warming and all the crazy things we do to nature, there might be a time when Baguio weather, will be as warm as Chiang Mai. It is a scary thought, but not impossible. One I would not want to hold onto.
But the thought nags at me. Summer in Baguio especially for the past few years were warmer than ever. There was a time my daughter complained so much about the heat, we had to buy an electric fan in Baguio, to which Poly, then visiting after a long time of being away, laughed. She thought we were the only household with an electric fan. Before, in our college days, people didn’t have fans in their homes. Unfortunately now, twenty years after, we are not the only household with electric fans.
I think about things I wanted to write about, to elaborate.
But as such a time as now, I am in bed, with the laptop on, I try to remember what that glimpse of imagined creativity was yesterday, a while ago, last week. It escapes me. The initial idea is gone. It doesn’t even reach the blank pages of the word document. I hope this is not a block. Okay, something is coming to mind…
The weather in Thailand.
I wonder about the clothes in the night market. The weather here in Chiang Mai seems to be summery hot the whole year round. But I was told differently by people who have been here for years. They say it gets cool during the last quarter of the year, which is just about now.
Although the temperature is better than the first two months since I came here, I still find it extremely hot when the sun comes out and stays up high in the sky.
And the clothes at the night market suggests it too. I saw knitted bonnets like those sold in Baguio, scarves, long sleeved shirts. The hilltribe products are lovely but the materials are quite heavy. Too hot for me to wear here. But the weather now, the clothes, do suggest the idea that at one point, maybe long before I was born, Chiang Mai had Baguio’s weather.
Like Baguio, Chiang Mai is way up north of Thailand. They have hilltribes and mountain people. It is land locked, surrounded by mountains. Okay, well, maybe more like La Trinindad because La Trinidad is a valley and so is Chiang Mai. But still, I can’t help thinking that because of global warming and all the crazy things we do to nature, there might be a time when Baguio weather, will be as warm as Chiang Mai. It is a scary thought, but not impossible. One I would not want to hold onto.
But the thought nags at me. Summer in Baguio especially for the past few years were warmer than ever. There was a time my daughter complained so much about the heat, we had to buy an electric fan in Baguio, to which Poly, then visiting after a long time of being away, laughed. She thought we were the only household with an electric fan. Before, in our college days, people didn’t have fans in their homes. Unfortunately now, twenty years after, we are not the only household with electric fans.
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