School Farm

I stopped by the school farm today.  The lime trees are budding and most of the dragon fruit has been planted.  I’m not sure any vegetables have been planted, but it makes for a great ghostly kind of picture.  The banana trees are looking sad, but I think they will bounce back if someone waters them.  My kitten buddy is waiting for me almost every day.  He’s so cute and then he tries to destroy my screens.  Too bad he didn’t show up when I first moved here.  I might have took him in.  Oh, and 2 days to go.

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Lime Trees
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Dragon Fruit
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Veggie Gardens

$%#&^(*&(* Trail

This weekend I didn’t have much to do.  I packed.  I cleaned.  I rode my motorbike up to the top of the dam again.  There’s a shrine up there I haven’t seen before so I walked up the steps to see it.  There’s a shrine near the bottom of the dam too that I had never been to.  I rode my motorbike up this ridiculous hill.  I didn’t make it the whole way and had to push the bike the rest of the way.  I barely made it.  Then behind the shrine, I saw trails.  What?  They looked like mountain bike trails from the race not too long ago.  This whole freaking time I could have gone hiking?  My friend Gerry had asked why I didn’t go out into nature to process since I don’t have privacy at home.  I told him there were no hiking trails and most everything is thick dense jungle that has monsters hiding in it.  Then this trail appears.  Damn it, too late.

Sunday I napped.  I never nap.  Monday I woke up feeling like death.  My head is stuffed up and I can’t stop coughing.  Oh, that’s why I napped.  Noi took me to the hospital.  The doctor said I have a cold or the flu.  They gave me medicine and sent me on my way.  I’m not convinced I don’t have a sinus infection.  I slept most of the rest of the day Monday and half of Tuesday.  I started feeling better today, but now I feel horrible again.  I’m not surprised.  I’ve been trying to hold it together and get a lot done in a short period of time.  I’m stressed.  I’m going back to bed.

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This is what most of where I live looks like – No hiking here
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Karaoke house boats going out for the night

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Magic String

Yesterday was all it was promised to be.  There were around 300 teachers from the Sam Ngao area for the retirement ceremony.  There were 11 teachers retiring.  I must have looked lost because a teacher from Tak decided to take me under her wing and take care of me.  Her name was Kru O.  She spoke very good English.  She showed me where to sign in and get my goodie bag.  Then we went and sat up in the second row.  She had heard of me.  Some of my advanced 7th graders use to be her students.  She asked me a ton of questions.  When she found out I was leaving, she seemed shocked that I would want to leave.  I told her I wanted to live in a bigger city.  She now has a new job for me in Tak.  It would be at a small school – class size of 10 students instead of 30 or 40.  And that’s how you get a new job.  Not real sure I want that job or want to live in Tak, but I’ll throw it on the back burner in case.  Kru O reminds me of Noi, She’s tiny, so full of energy and quite forceful.  She scares me a little.

A lot of the teachers were dressed in matching school shirts.  Some of the teachers were dressed to the nines in silk dresses, silk suits, silk, satin or lace shirts or traditional Thai dress.  I saw some of the most beautiful silk I’ve ever seen, vibrant colors that you couldn’t look away from.

The day started off with someone talking over the microphone, but no one listening.  Then they lit the candles on the Buddha altar.  The monks came in.  The altar like things were actually chairs for four of the monks to sit in.  The rest of the monks sat on the stage.  The retirees sat in a circle around the arch.  There was chanting.  Kru O explained that the ceremony to ask for a happy life.  Then at some point we took the string hanging down and wrapped it around our heads.  The retirees did the same.  The string started wrapped around the Buddha statue then went to the arch.  From the arch it went out to the retirees and the four monks.  Then the string went out to everyone else.  This must be some powerful string.  There was more chanting with each of the monks reading something different.  After a long time, we took the string off our heads and one of the monks walked around with the reeds in his hand using them to throw holy water on everyone.  I got video of only the tail end of this.  Then there were offerings of food and other things given to the monks.  Then speeches.  Then the giving of gifts.  Each retiree got a pretty wrapped package and a glass box with what looked like a statue of the King in it.  After all that, it was time for lunch.  I tried one of the things that looked not to spicy.  Wrong – it was spicy.  They had the dessert of jelly things in coconut milk with ice on top.  That just didn’t cut it.  I snuck home for some steamed veggies.

I came back to find most people had gone home and they were cleaning up the mess in the meeting hall.  I helped a little, but it was mostly students doing the work and teachers directing so there wasn’t much I could do.  I spent the afternoon grading tests.

I went to Tip’s for dinner.  She made tom yum which is one of my favorites, but I can rarely eat it because it’s usually too spicy.  It always smells so good and breaks my heart that I can’t eat it.  Fai doesn’t like spicy either so she made it with no peppers!  After dinner I played crosswords again with Ging and her husband.  Ging won again!

I got home around 9:00 to find the gate closed and locked.  It’s been closed before, but never locked.  How do I get home?  I texted Q, Noi and Pat.  Pat got back to me and told me she texted Ton and he’d let me in.  He came up to let me in.  Apparently everyone that lives at school has a key to the gate except me.  Wtf?

Today I started cleaning the house.  Yuck.  I usually don’t mind cleaning, but the amount of cobwebs was gross.  It took 3 hours and I still have to clean half my bedroom and the bathroom.  I’m just hoping there is no bug apocalypse or some other natural disaster in the next week that will make me have to re-clean.  Now my challenges for the week are to get laundry to dry without smelling bad and get everything packed into two suitcases.  Go!

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International Peach Day

Yesterday, the day started off with a small ceremony.  It involved speeches and all the teachers standing on the stage for photos that I will never see.  Thompien told me it was International Peach Day.  Huh?  Ok, that could be a thing, I guess.  But based on the two peaches I’ve had here, it’s not worth celebrating.  After asking her a few questions I figured out it was International Peace Day.  That makes way more sense, but I like International Peach Day better.

Tomorrow is a ceremony for all the teachers in the District who are retiring.  They spent most of the afternoon getting the meeting hall ready.  I went down to see it at the end of the day expecting the normal podium, brightly colored satin fabric and a bunch of flowers.  It was that and more.  At the front of the room is a three sided arch made of sticks and leaves.  There are four gold and red altar like things around it.  Then there is a network of wire leaving the archway going out over the chairs.  There is string hanging down from the wire in various places and over each chair.  Someone tells me that tomorrow we will put the string on our heads for good luck.  Noi tells me that the string will connect everyone’s aura.  We will be connected to someone, who I assume will be in or near the archway.  Maybe the people retiring?  She tried to explain what an aura was as if I didn’t know.  I have no idea what will happen tomorrow.  She lost me at aura.  I’m excited to see what happens.

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Tie it up

Tuesday one of my M4 girls came in to class tied to two M1 boys.  One tied to each of her wrists.  The boy on her right had to write in the answers to the exam she was taking.  The other one just sat there.  No one batted an eye as if this was a normal thing.  True, I have seen two students tied together before, but it doesn’t seem normal to me yet.  I wondered who was being punished – her, the boys or all three of them?  What action warrants being tied together?  Does it work?  None of them seemed shamed, upset or in any way punished.  What classes were the boys missing?  If this works, I like it better than hitting students.  That happened again.  After two of my classes this week, I was asked to wait outside.  You can ask me to wait outside if you think I disapprove, but I can still hear the crack of the stick.  Or maybe having me wait outside was to spare me being uncomfortable, but now it was uncomfortable and awkward.

I have to mail some boxes home because I have too much stuff.  Noi helped me by finding boxes for me.  Then she showed me where to buy the brown paper and string.  Then she showed me how to wrap the boxes in brown paper since I don’t know how to wrap a box in paper.  It involved a lot of glue and tape so that paper should be good.  Then she wrapped string around the box and had me tape the string to the box.  I thought the string was to make a handle, but she said it made the paper stronger.  I told her we were not allowed to use string in America, but she didn’t care.  It has to be done this way.  I hope the packages make it ok to America.  They were ridiculously expensive to mail.

I went over to Tip’s.  I thought it was for dinner, but she wasn’t eating.  I ran quickly to the market and got a salad for dinner.  Ging came over and we played crosswords (generic scrabble).  It was fun.  Ging won!  Tip’s son, Dam asked me to come over again so he can play crosswords with me.

Pat was real nice on Wednesday.  I asked her to help me buy a bus ticket.  She sent the school driver to get it.  I got my change from the ticket, but no ticket.  I texted her to see if she could check on where the ticket went.  She replied where to pick it up.  I was confused why I still had to pick it up.  How did he buy a ticket for me without getting a ticket?  I was confused when to pick it up and how they would know I was the one that paid for it.  I also have no idea when the bus arrives.  One of her answers was Saturday 1.  Saturday the 1st of October, or Saturday at 1:00?  If it’s Saturday at 1:00 is that the time I need to be there or the time the bus will arrive?  She wouldn’t be clear and then today when I tried to talk to her in person she said “I told you, but you don’t want to understand”.  I give up. I don’t know what to do.  Anything I do or say is wrong.  I try to take a deep breath and not be frustrated, but I’m frustrated.  I wonder where my patience and compassion have run off to.  I can’t seem to find them.

I gave tests to 6 different classes.  Almost every student failed.  Why am I here?

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Phone Down

My phone has just decided to not work right.  I bought this phone and switched to TMobile because I’m supposed to get unlimited data and text in Thailand.  No one texts me and hardly anyone calls me so I’m not sure why I need unlimited data and text.  When I got here, my phone had no problem recognizing a cell signal and doing it’s data thing.  Now, it shows no bars and won’t recognize a cell signal when the cell coverage is still the same.  I have worked several times with TMobile and they do some hocus pocus on the other side of the world and then my phone works again.  This time, no hocus pocus would work.  I spent 5 and a half hours on the phone with TMobile today trying to trouble shoot this.  Their last resort was to reset the phone to factory settings.  Now I’m still trying to get my phone settings back the way I like them and it didn’t do anything useful.  Then they transferred me to Samsung.  Samsung’s solution was to mail the phone into them.  Then I have no phone for 3 months or more?  How do I tell them where to mail the phone back when they are done as I have no home.  I thought I’d get the information from them on how to send it in and then sleep on it, but they hung up on me.  My end conclusion is try a Samsung store when I see civilization again.  A phone that works with a wifi connection is better than no phone.  My Thai phone is fairly useless for most things.  I also concluded that “Samsung” is Korean for “Expensive piece of shit”.

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The Plan

My plan for Saturday was to go to the coffee shop and figure out my trip to Kuala Lumpur since I have to get out of town fast.  Then massage, then dinner with Robin.  I got a text from Noi in the morning that she had a plan for my day.  We were going to go to Tak for lunch, then I could work on my computer while she went to a seminar and then there was a thing going on that Kru Chelon was doing her history display at and we’d go to that until about 7:30pm.  Does she forget I’m sick?  That sounds like a long day.  Wasn’t I on the say yes to everything plan?  I rearranged massage and dinner and told her I’d go if we could leave earlier.

She was late picking me up so we didn’t have lunch.  The hotel she was doing the seminar in had good enough wifi, but no air conditioning.  I was able to book my flights to Kuala Lumpur, but felt so sick within a couple hours as the heat was making me feel feverish.  Lack of food or drink was not helpful in this situation.  Oh god, why did I say yes?  She texted to check on me and I told her I was hot and hungry.  She was hungry too so she skipped out of the seminar early and we went to the mall for “lunch”.  By now it was after 3:00pm.  Lunch was unexciting, but after being sick for a week, unexciting food was perfect.  We wandered around the mall.  I bought new flip flops since Teva has fallen down on the job and the pair I bought in the US before I left are useless if there is a drop of water on the ground.  The ones I bought are pretty ugly, but Noi told me they make me look younger.

Then we headed to the thing where Kru Chelon was.  Several students and teachers were there.  It was youth day.  Many students from schools all around had displays or were doing dance or music performances.  Thai dancing bores me, but there was a band that played on wooden and bamboo instruments that was so fabulous.  I really enjoyed that.  Noi told me the style of music was from North East Thailand.  It had a great beat and a lot more passion than most Thai music I’ve heard.  She said their music was faster because their history is war so they are not a relaxed people.  She likes Northern Thai music better because Northerners are more laid back and don’t worry about anything.  I found this funny coming from the tiny lady who has more energy than 5 normal people combined.

Ok, now time for another story lost in translation.  On the way home Noi asked me if I would be here in December.  There is a natural firework in Northeast Thailand and Laos.  It’s more like a fire bomb than a firework.  It comes out of the ground.  It only happens near the full moon at the end of the enlightenment season.  Legend is that it’s the fire bomb from a dragon.  Scientists have not been able to figure out how it happens, but they have verified that it is not a human prank.  She wants to go.  I asked her when it was, when is the end of the enlightenment season?  Maybe October.  None of this makes sense, but I’m pretty sure I want to go see fire shoot out of the ground from an ancient dragon.  If I google NE Thailand Fire Bomb, will I get a clearer picture?  That didn’t go well.  It was just about the recent bombings in Thailand.  More digging I found there is a festival before the rainy season called Bang Fai (Rocket Festival).  It sounds fun, but there was no mention of dragons or a mysterious firework.  It was in May.

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New House Critter

I have a new house critter.  Well, he wants to be a house critter, but I won’t let him in.  An adorable kitten.  I’d love to have a house kitten, but he probably has fleas.  He has a salty disposition and just sits outside my door or window and demands that he has the right to come in.  He has already ruined one of my screens trying to get in.  I tried to feed him, but he just wants in the house.  He is adorable.

I woke up Monday with a wicked cold.  I went home early.  Noi was so nice and went out to buy me soup and medicine.  Everyone is very concerned that I have medicine.

If I wasn’t giving final exams next week, I would have skipped Tuesday altogether, but I didn’t think it was fair to give them exams without a exam review class.  It was the longest day ever.

Wednesday still sick.  Now everyone is asking me if I need to go to the doctor.  What is a doctor going to do about a cold?  “Do you have medicine”?  So, I just kept saying I had medicine.  I will go to the hospital if I’m still sick after a week.  Colds usually last a week for me.

Wednesday Pat told me I had to sign a resignation letter.  They also made me sign a copy of each page of my passport.  Awhile ago I had asked Pat about when the school would cancel my work permit and she said they wouldn’t.  I’m pretty sure everything I signed cancels my work permit and I have 24 hours to leave the country.  I was trying to explain to her that this is what we talked about before and this means I have to leave as soon as the work permit is canceled.  I need to know when that date is.  She almost had a melt down.  ‘They have to report correctly and cannot lie.  Thai people don’t lie.  Thai people are nice.  What do I expect her to do?’  She got all defensive and tried to pick a fight with me in the office.  wtf, Pat?  I just want to know the date my permit is being canceled so I can plan accordingly.  She is completely invested in having me believe that Thai people are nice civilized people as if her whole identity depends on it.  What on earth did I do or other Americans before me do to make her think that Americans are such horrible creatures and that we think Thais are?  And what gave her the idea that I was expecting her to do some illegal reporting?  Relax.

So, what is this requirement that you have 24 hours to leave the country after your work permit is over.  I have to work a full day on Friday and be out of the country on Saturday.  “Thank you for your service in teaching our children, the future of our country.  Now get out and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out”.

I just felt like dying, but I had to go do laundry after school.  I have to pack.  I have to finish my last lesson plans and now I have to figure out where to go for 4 days the day after I finish teaching.  I saw a guy limp down the street with no shoes and clothes that were so dirty they looked like they had never been washed.  He was muttering to himself as he walked.  Ok, no matter how horrible I feel, my life is probably 2,000 times better than this guy’s.  Perspective.

Sidenote, Thai washing machines are confusing.  You put the clothes in, the soap in and then the coins in.  There are 20 buttons on the machine, but you don’t push any of them.  Then it flashes 3 or 4 different numbers, the last one I think is the total time the washing will take.  And then it does it’s thing.  I don’t think there are any dryers in the entire country.  This is the second washing in a row for half this load since if it rains, my clothes don’t dry fast enough and then they smell musty and I have to wash them again.  I miss dryers.

It’s been raining a lot.  After about 2 days of rain when it stopped, the sky was so full of dragon flies.  It was kind of like lemon yellow butterfly season, but dragon flies.  I’ve never seen so many at one time.  It’s mesmerizing.

Today after lunch, Noi and I went to get coffee.  I’m not allowed to get cold coffee because cold drinks are bad for a cold.  I always thought the idea that you should drink warm liquids when you are sick was just an old wives tale.  I looked it up.  They did research and found that people that drank warm liquids got better faster.  Ok, hot coffee will do.  While I was waiting for my coffee, Noi went behind the counter and cut up some limes and made some concoction for me.  She told me to sip it and it would help my cough.  It was the juice from about 5 limes and a pound of salt.  This is one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever had.  It burned my throat and my stomach.  I got instant heartburn, felt weak and dizzy and an instant headache.  Yep – cold symptoms gone, replaced with heart attach symptoms instead.  Did it help the cough?  Maybe.  She told me I should drink this at home every day.  Will I ever drink this again?  No.

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Snow Cone

This weekend I heard Thai yodeling on the radio.  Noi said they were mimicking music they had heard from another country.  Thai music is pretty awful, Thai yodeling, well, those two things just don’t go together.

I asked Noi to take me to Tak to shop (I can’t get cheese or cereal here).  It was another all day event.  We went to the Saturday morning market which has a lot of plants.  I found a snow cone place as she was negotiating lime trees.  I asked for a small and she told me no small.  Ok.  No small.  I’ll take what you got.  Then it was a game of pointing to colored pictures on the sign until I found one she said yes to.  She must have been out of a lot of flavors and didn’t quite figure out that I have no idea what flavor any of them are.  I picked pink flavored.  Pink has to be good, right?  Her husband shaved some ice and put it in a bowl – oh got that’s a lot.  Then he shaved some more ice.  Oh, now that’s just ridiculous.  My eyes got so big and I said oh my god or something like that.  They just laughed.  Then she poured liquid pink sugar crack on it, then condensed milk, followed by some other white liquid, and fruit out of a can on top.  All around the base she put pieces of white bread.  How is white bread a good ingredient for a snow cone?  I love snowcones like I’m 8 years old, but no human being should ever eat this thing.  I tried to eat it, but I could barely hold it in one hand.  I walked up to Noi and she laughed.  I didn’t even make a dent in it.  I ended up throwing out most of it and felt horrible the rest of the day.  I think the pink stuff was toxic.

Noi bought 20 lime trees for school.  She is helping the students to plant a small farm.  It’s really cool.  So far the will have banana trees, lime trees, dragon fruit and a vegetable garden.  It’s a decent sized area at school.  It’s next to the school’s water filter system where I can fill my water jugs for free.  What?  How did I not know about this until now?  Pat had told me I could bring the water jugs to her and she’d fill them because she had a filter at home.  Is her filter better than the school’s?  I’m very confused.  After a full day, I had one of the worst headaches I’ve ever had.  I blame the snow cone atrocity. As soon as I got home, I went to bed and slept for 13 hours.  Well, I laid in bed praying for death for the first 3 hours until the advil kicked in.

Sunday I went to Mae Sot with Tip, Fai and Jeab.  Tip had a package that she had to pick up at customs.  I need to do a border run before the end of the month and I thought spending my Sunday doing this sounded better than going with Pat and Robin in a couple of weeks.  We stopped in Coffee Boom in Ban Tak on the way for breakfast.  I remember Tip taking me there once before and introducing me to Boom.  He was so nice.  I was disappointed that he wasn’t there today.  The road to Mae Sot is quite scary, but it was so much better in a car with Jeab driving than in a giant bus.  Fai had never been to Mae Sot and was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen squealing “weeee” in the back seat with her mom.  As Tip was picking up her package from customs, I ran to the border, left Thailand, crossed the street and came back in.  Now I can stay 3 more months.  Strange requirement.  We went to one of the coolest restaurants I’ve ever seen.  It was like eating in a garden.  There were waterfalls and orchids and other flowers everywhere.  The food was meh, but the atmosphere was top notch.  By the time I got home, I was exhausted and felt like I had a cold coming on.  Yay – great timing – just when I need all my energy for trying to finish my job and move.  Or, I guess I’m not moving.  That implies that I have somewhere to go.  I’m just preparing to be homeless.

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New Lime Trees
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Mini School Farm ready for planting

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This is a restaurant

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The Menopause

There are four coffee shops that I go to.  One is a tiny room big enough for a counter and a coffee machine. They have a porch with a table on it outside.  I don’t go here often because it isn’t in my village.  There is one that kind of an outdoor thing with a roof.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It sits on the side of the main road into the village.  The lady that owns it and her daughter are the sweetest people.  From day one, they remember what I like and remember what ever customer likes, actually.  This one is my favorite, but since it’s kind of like a shack, I don’t go there if I want to use internet or if it’s too hot out.  Then there’s a modern coffee shop – the only modern thing for 50 miles.  I spend quite a bit of time there because they have internet that works, coffee, air conditioning, and cake.  The people  here are also wonderful, but they don’t speak any English so I usually just point at things.  Then there’s another one where the lady who owns it is so sweet and she speaks English.  The first time I met her she gave me her number and told me to text any time if I wanted to order ahead or check to see if she was open.  She makes salads, burgers and a mean egg and cheese sandwich.  This week, I went into the modern one and had some cake.  As I was paying, the lady handed me a note.  It had written on it that they would be closed, the dates they would be closed and when they would re-open.  Since I am the only English speaking patron and they don’t know English, I can only guess that they found someone who knew English to write the note and then kept it behind the counter until I came in.  So sweet!

This week I did a lesson on Katy Perry’s song Firework for M6 (12th grade).  I had done it for the younger kids earlier and it was so hard.  I had a harder worksheet for M6 and debated just giving them the easier worksheet, but I didn’t.  The questions were difficult, but what I saw was the students reading through the lyrics hunting for any clue to the answers.  Basically, they are doing research in English.  The didn’t get all the questions.  My co-teacher Tussany told me the lesson was too hard, that she didn’t know all the answers.  She wants to tell them the answers instead of let them struggle a little and find them.  When I read over the answers later, most of them were right.  Isn’t this the point of school?  To teach children how to think for themselves, how to learn?  If you just give them the answers and have them repeat, they won’t retain much.  Tussany is my favorite to teach with, but it’s also disheartening to when she gives them the answers too quickly.

Pat’s still upset with me.  I asked her if I could go to Mae Sot with her and Robin because I need to do a border hop too.  For some reason, someone from the school needs to go with Robin.  Something is different with his visa.  She said she’d let me know when she knew what date they were going.  She didn’t let me know.  I had to go ask her again and she said they were going on the 26th as if it was the first time I had asked.  She asked me if I had class that day.  Of course, I have class every day except the days when they don’t show up for some reason unknown to me.  I didn’t say that, I just told her that was the day I had the M1 classes.  Then she just ignored me so I walked away.  A day later she came to me and asked why I wanted to go to Mae Sot.  She has to fill out a lot of paperwork in order for me to leave school and she can’t just take me if she doesn’t know why I’m going.  To…get…my…passport…stamped….  I have to go to the border to get my passport stamped every 3 months.  She acted like this was new information. Why did she think I asked to go to the border to a border hop with her when she went to the border to do Robin’s border hop?  She just kept going on about what a hassle it is to fill out the paperwork and what did I expect she was going to tell other teachers when they asked why I went to Mae Sot.  I have no idea what is really going on.

But leave it to Noi to cheer me up.  She walks in later and asks if I have the menopause.  She had the menopause at my age and you can take supplements to help with the hormone changes.  Then she went on to tell me about another teacher that is having the menopause and wants more information on the supplements.  I told her I’m not in menopause yet, but would gladly welcome it.  I’m not going to have children so bring on the menopause.  Since around 42 I’ve been having problems such as fibroid cysts, more pain, and more bleeding.  After this conversation, I wondered if the reason that I’m bleeding more often than I should be is because my body knows I want to speed up menopause and it’s trying to deplete my egg supply faster?  Hmmmm….the body is so interesting.

Here’s some random photos:

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Coffee Shop Note
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Apparently women can’t handle 10 push ups – Try 7
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Rain plan for School Bus Pickup

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Boxed milk and other boxed liquids isle at the store
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Wonderful
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Teachers From Study Tour Day