Searching for coolness and for a fair wind that is not
scorching. Wish it would rain, but we’re
in the middle of the worst drought in over 40 years here. Dust and heat. Every day this month of April has been 100*F
or higher, with wicked humidity. Even
the Thais are complaining.
We completed our annual Immigration Office ordeal and
extended my stay here through to next April.
I am proud of myself for remaining calm while enduring massive
bureaucratic idiocy – some of these “civil servants” were spending their time
playing with their phones or standing around chatting and joking while we negligible
petitioners sat waiting for hours. (And
people the world over think that governments have the
competence and the will to help solve our problems and improve our lives?)
With our paperwork at Immigration all finished except for
one signature, the clock struck noon and then the entire Immigration crew
closed shop for lunch hour, so we had to come back later. (Sounds familiar, like the US Post Offices
that close window service at noon – right at the one time when the “customers”
might get a chance to visit the window. Private
businesses, if they are smart, have to cater to their customers’ needs, but
monopolies like the USPS don’t have to bother.)
Am I sounding cynical?
One of my favorite Jack Nicholson lines puts it in perspective:
“Now I’m a fair guy, but this fucking heat is driving me
absolutely crazy.”
The only reason I didn’t lose it completely and go postal at
Immigration was that their office was air conditioned.
A song in the movie Jeremiah Johnson (1972)
mentions the quest for “where the fair wind blows.” Still looking for that place.
-Zenwind.
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