again, i failed. the day before the last day and i miss posting. oh well. 1 out of 3 years isn’t too bad, right?
this morning i was reminded that the sidewalks in chiang mai are all wonky. no more walking around with my head in the clouds – that only makes for swollen and scraped knees and a bruised ego. but a british fellow came to my rescue – helped me up, saw that all my limbs still functioned and no blood was dripping anywhere and then he asked if i’d do it again – so he could get a picture for his blog. ha!
i’d post pictures of the disasters that are my knees, but michael has my – and our family’s only – camera in pakistan. he gets back saturday. hopefully there will be nothing left of the bruising that’s picture worthy by then.