Yet more apologies for the break in service; I have been busy trying to build a new life with my little Noo and this, I regret, has taken precedence over my other activities.
In addition, my good Australian friend, Bob, has been staying with me since last week and that has also restricted the time I can spend blogging.
Some of you seem to have misunderstood my last blog regarding the breakup with Wan. Upon re-reading what I have written, I can well understand the confusion.
Although it is ultimately really of little consequence, just for the record, I will advise that it was me, Mobi, that gave Wan the ‘heave-ho’, not the other way round. It is true that she took all her things with her when she travelled to Roi Et to attend her son’s school meeting and no doubt, at the back of her mind, she was thinking that there was a possibility that she may not return. But during a number of phones calls we had while she was away, she made it very clear to me that she had every intention of returning. So it was I, not her, who did the dirty deed. I told her that I thought the relationship was going nowhere, for all the reasons I have previously enumerated on this blog – lack of intimacy, her continual pining over her son, her family and her life generally back in Issan, etcetera and so forth.
Maybe I simply pushed her before she decided to jump. I will never know for sure.
In any event, she accepted my decision with good grace and subsequently informed me that she now had a job working in the rice paddies as a labourer, earning 180 Baht per day. This saddened me but there is little I can do. She was compensated adequately for the time she spent with me and I cannot, willy nilly, support ex- girlfriends in Issan who have fallen on hard times. I feel very sorry for her in her present circumstances but I am happy that she has found an alternative employment to working in a bar and I feel that she will find a way to manage. Her ex-husband now gives her a small maintenance payment which covers her son’s living and school expenses, and her extended family is by no means impecunious. Wan and her mother are both land owners, she, her mother and Aunt own their own houses, she runs a car and has access to financial help from both local banks and village funds. I believe that one way or another she will survive.
So Wan has gone for good and I am now shacked up with the delightful Noo. Noo has been with me for just over two weeks and she is making very happy and content. While by no means ugly, she is not particularly beautiful, but has a lovely, cute little figure and is just a bundle of fun and energy. She seems to be genuinely grateful to me for taking her out of the bar where she had been working for the past ten months to support her two sons who live with her parents in Nong Khai. She had previously worked in a factory in Bangkok where she was a fork lift truck operator!! Her English is quite poor, so once again I am having to stretch my brain when conversing with her in Thai. Lately I seem to have become linguistically lazy and out of the habit of speaking a lot of Thai and this latest development in my life has been a bit of a ‘wake up call, ‘language-wise.
Noo is very industrious around the home and insists in washing all my clothes, cooks my meals, (she is a good cook of Thai food) and generally ministers to my every need. She is never moody, makes no attempt to control me and is never angry with me, even when she has every right to be so. It is early days but this time I seem to have ‘struck gold’. My good friend, Bob, who has been with me for a few days and has previously spent a great many years in Thailand. He speaks better Thai better than I do and has had a number of long term relationships with Thai women. Bob has expressed his opinion that Noo is indeed a gem and has warned me not to fuck this one up.
I will do my best.
On the drinking front, well I have not been totally abstemious but neither has my drinking become out of control. My drinking patterns have been much the same as I recounted in my last blog. Some days I do not drink at all, last Saturday I had a few beers with an old friend at one of the lakeside bars, the first day Bob arrived we drank a bottle of wine plus a few extra glasses between us at a nearby restaurant. I admit I was a bit pissed when I went to bed that night, but that’s about it.
For now, at least, I am able to go through the day without yearning for a drink, and on the occasions that I do have a beer or a glass of wine, I feel no desire to drink to excess.
Am I an alcoholic who has managed to convert himself into a controlled drinker? I don’t know. It’s far too early to make that sort of judgement. If I am still drinking in the same, controlled way, a year down the line, then maybe I would be correct to arrive at that conclusion. Others might conclude that I was never a true alcoholic in the first place – and that may well be true.
In the end, it matters little. What matters to me is that I can continue to keep my drinking under control and that I can start to immerse myself in some meaningful activities with what remains of my life, many of them, hopefully with Noo.
There are many activities in my mind that I wish to make a start on in the near future, and I guess top of the list is to lose some weight and get fitter. I am woefully unfit and my blood sugars are way too high for most of the time so I must get a grip on that side of my life before it is too late. I haven’t seen a heart, diabetes, eye (glaucoma) or prostate specialist for over two years and that is something I must attend to. I did finally make it to a dentist where I was told that if I let my gums go much longer, then all my teeth will start to loosen and eventually fall out. So I have quite a number of health issues that require urgent attention.
At least my concern over these issues can be construed as a sign that I am slowly emerging from my alcoholic fog.