Struggling with Commitment ...

The time of year.  The time of life.  Call it what you will, many of our friends far and near, seem to be suffering from relationship issues.  Commitment can prove difficult even under the best of circumstances but Thailand can make it difficult to the extreme.

This line of thought continued on down the page for quite some time before I hit the delete key.  Regardless of how right you are, I figure people just don’t want to hear it.  One listens to the pain of course but realistically what else can one do, but listen? 

Other than worrying about friends, life has been busy despite the oppressive heat.  We had our first heavy rain the other day with the subsequent swarms of flying insects.  The first night the lights were blackened by the infestation.  While birds, bats, fish and lizards feasted with gluttonous abandon they left hardly a dent in the carpet of bodies and wings scattered and still wriggling upon the ground in the morning light.  Humans were left out of the hunt until the following night when the Maeng Mun made their first appearance of the season.  Surely the next good rain will bring more swarming goodies to be fried up for the evening meal.

The social agenda has included more weddings, funerals, housewarmings, floats and rockets.  We made yet another quick trip to see a friend in Chiang Mai, coming back with more pots, and turned a ninety day reporting run to the boarder, into an all-day sightseeing and shopping trip, with the sister, niece and cousin in tow.  Having found Chiang Saen Lake on a previous motorbike ride, I fancied sharing the location with my wife and she with her family.  Arriving at the lovely lakeside venue, just in time for an early lunch for the others and a late breakfast for me, we were entertained by the owner of the hotel and restaurant.  Her farang husband being out of town, I missed a chance at a little expat conversation but my wife and I were impressed with his missus.  We traveled the back roads to get there, enjoying the less trodden path, though I must admit the narrow lanes were better suited for the bike than for the truck.  We added maybe twenty kilometers and a fair bit of time with our circuitous route to Mae Sai but the timing was perfect.

Pulling up to immigration just as the lunch hour came to an end, meant that I was in and out in short order, with my troop of followers hardly noticing I had been gone.  Not everyone wanted to stop off and see monkeys and fish, as we had planned on our return, so we went shopping at Makro instead to prepare for the evening feast.  By way of negotiation the niece was promised a visit to the local zoo and the others an elephant ride with a side trip to the seventy meter tall Khun Korn Waterfall, at a later date.  With cleaner skies from the recent rain, mountain tops are again visible and there is more to see from the roads but with the temperature in the high thirties I am not looking forward to long sweaty periods on an elephant or in the jungle. 

What can I say, however, as I am committed to making my lovely wife happy.  We are both more concerned with what we can give than what we can get in return.  Perhaps that sums up our idea of commitment.  Doing what we can to make our partner, lover and best friend happy.  Of course it only really works if both parties are playing the same game.  Commitment to the happiness of others with the subsequent benefit of our own sense of happiness, well being and contentment.  Could it really be that easy?