Have you ever wondered what single thing could change your life forever? Nature and the formation in the sky of clouds has lately caught my eye.
A good husband always makes sure to tell his wife she is the boss. This truth played out pretty comically the other day.
My son and I headed over to our favorite Thai “joint”. The Thai man at the cash register is well known to me. He took our order and then we started chatting.
“Hey I really like your music choices.” I said as we could hear sublimely the 1970’s hit Carry On Your Wayward Son playing in the background.
Dressed like a punk star with his Rocky Stallone hat on and gray, stringy oily hair hanging out of it, he stated in his broken Thaiglish, “Oh, yes we pipe in 70’s music from Thailand.” Now mind you, this guy owns this restaurant with his wife.
Gullible me naively said, ” Really, wow.”
Laughing he says to me, “You too funny.” We both start laughing.
I said to him, “Good thing you are only over the radio station selection and your wife runs everything else!”
“Oh, yeah, she boss, but I no like it. ”
“What are you afraid of? She is probably great at doing the business side of things.”
He bows his head down gently shaking his head side to side in a no gesture and looks up to me, “oh no. She too bossy. I just want her to relax some.”
Jokingly I said, “Maybe you need to get her some weed.”
In a flash of a millisecond, my Thai friend has a sparkle in his eye and pronounces to all to hear, ” Oh, I grow my own. You want to smell my stuff? I have the best. It is hybrid.”
My eyes get wide open and I am not sure what to say, but hell I might as well smell it. I never answered his question, but he proceeded to pull out a small, plastic tube that typically would hold camera film and opened the lid to the sweetest odor I had ever come across.
My son smells it too and states, “Hey, it smells like Rosemary.”
The Thai owner excitedly says, “yeah, it hybrid.”
I said for fun’s sake, “Hey, you need to invite me to your next party.” He got very excited and said to me he would like it very much if I came and smoked with him. We all had a good laugh until his wife came out. He became very serious again and we knew the “boss” had just shown up.
Within a few minutes our food is done and a younger gal from the back who was listening in on our conversation gave me the meals and whispered in my ear with her broken Thaiglish, “Hey you have party, I want to be your groupie.” I thought I must be the “hit” of the day in that restaurant.
I put my arm around her and whispered back, “Sure, You can groupie along with me anytime!” At that point, my son was about to have a heart attack listening to his crazy mother and pulled me out the front door quickly.
All along, I was thinking it is a good idea that the wife is the boss! But I still would rather hang out with her husband. Although, I’d bet money she is smoking that hybrid weed too.
I am a very curious individual, but it does not seem enough. Let me give you an example. Last week I was in a not so nice side of town needing gas so I stopped.
Here is me – a typical woman well-not really pumping gas. Next to the curb is a woman dressed scantily with a low-cut blouse with a hollow between her breasts that could make the Grand Canyon not seem deep enough. I swear she had no underwear on, but I was not about to go look. She was holding onto tightly what looked like two boxes of girl scout cookies. Let me interject now. I do not think she was selling those.
Centennial Trail was a great first experience trail walk for me in Snohomish County, Washington.
Look at my gallery for a closer look!
Walking through my neighborhood, I was listening to Elvis on my I Pod. I have always enjoyed his voluptuous voice. It reminds me of why I love his music so much. It is moody. It is mindful. It is full of life. His voice is heard. There are many ways to express our voice. Sign language is a great example.
Mother would sew all our clothes. Some of you could relate. She would never waste one piece of fabric.
While growing up in my youth on Hawaii, I found coconut trees to be interesting plants. Each year coconut trees and their parts are utilized in one form or fashion producing all kinds of products. Not much is wasted from this Palm tree.
As a youth, we had a coconut tree . I was just like a monkey and would climb it. It was because of a double dare from play ground friends. I was tough!
I am fortunate I can sit here and write these words. It is a blessing that after decades of working, I am able to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me. Taking it deeper, I realize I need to do my part in keeping our beauty the way it is. I have joined organizations to do a small contribution. What else can we do? I would love hearing from my readers how they see the world around them.
I guess I may be off climbing another palm tree soon.. What about you? Or may be taking a drive around the next bend to give one perspective..I don’t have to drive too far for that..