Here I am back at the same Hong Kong Airport where I marveled at the fact of finding a Starbucks some 8 weeks ago, when I was on my way to Thailand. I've gotten to know this airport a little better than I need to, by virtue of the fact that I had to spend the night here last night due to my carelessness in booking the itinerary, but it wasn't too bad. I managed to grab a few hours sleep, and now that my teeth are brushed and my face is rinsed off, I feel pretty decent... ready to hang out about 7 more hours here before catching a 14 hour flight to LA and eventually Portland. No complaints at all, I'm healthy and my attitude is quite good.
Yesterday I spent a nice visit with Peter Martin and his girlfriend at their place in Bangkok; he even picked me up from, and dropped me back off at the airport in Bangkok, as his place is pretty close to there. If I couldn't get hold of him, I was figuring to make my way into the city to have a look around (still haven't seen it yet, but this was probably better, as I got a little rest and relaxation, not to mention air conditioning. It's really sticky in Thailand now, a good time to be heading out of there. The heat and humidity just sap and zap you.
Tried to share my 'All I want this holiday is you' love song with Peter and his Thai lady, but it was too emotional, and I could barely make it through. I was really feeling the lack of M by the late afternoon. It was kind of funny in a way. I was doing fine until Peter's girlfriend (Sangh) came home from her school, and when I started hearing her voice and her way of speaking, it totally brought up memories of M, and I started losing it, especially when I tried to sing. (I'm sure there is a joke about sing and sangh but it's not occurring to me at the moment). Although I do remember the one about a Boston Redsox pitcher, a Korean named 'Song Sung'. Some Sports Illustrated writer composed some funny verses about baseball names for a preseason issue and he wrote.
'Neil Diamond's words turned out to be true
Boston reliever Song Sung blew'
I'm not feeling blue at the moment, and I'll just see how the thoughts proceed as I rewind my trip, kind of like letting the tape measure go back into the case. I really did open myself up to another person, but equally true is the fact that I love 'the ladies' and those two truths seem somehow self-canceling, and unresolvable. But rather than assume to know how it plays out, I'll just observe and make my decisions based on what I find along the way. The internal camino. That has certainly been the theme of the past couple of months. There is a lot of comfort in the notion that I don't need to have all the answers. Better to 'seem to be a verb' and take it moment to moment. Like right now, for instance...
Out
