Bangkok, Thailand
Friday 10 October 2023
Good morning,
Unbelievable that I haven't come to pour my thoughts into this blog for almost one whole year! What kept me away from here that long? Let me recall that past year period of mine.
During that time, my schedule was filled with my working (to cover the bills each month ), getting an accident and serious illness twice, taking my elderly mom to see doc several times for examinations and treatments, and taking care of my three cats, especially two sick cats -an elderly one who, finally, was gone and the other with chronic eye illness that needs to see the vet regularly. Yes, that seems more than enough for the major reasons of my missing from the blog.
Even now those activities still continue, but I can't help getting back on this track, keeping writing as I always love to. And what comes on my mind this morning is the topic of "Season changes, Memory remains".
In fact, seasons in my country have already changed. We rarely see winter for more than two decades. Hot and rainy seasons are what Bangkokians and travelers in the city these days are familiar with. What's a pity for all of us. However, I still recollect my feeling of excitement about chilling air and the warmness of my thick knitted sweater every winter in my younger years.
Back then in late October each year I had to dig the cabinet to get my red knitted sweater. I never liked it because striking colours, such as red, are never my favourite for the clothes. I preferred gentler shades such as cream, white, pale blue. But that sweater was the only thick-enough outerwear I had. I had no idea who bought it and chose the colour. Possibly my mom. I guessed she, like most parents, might think that either every kid loves bright hues, or the bright red makes the shirt not get dirty easily. Obviously, she was wrong. .
Despite its too striking shade, the red sweater kept me warm and comfortable enough when I had to go outside. I wore it when the winter came and and continued putting it on every day until the cold air was gone later in February. This knitted outerwear had a row of five red plastic buttons in the front and red flower-patterned along both sides of the button row. Totally, in red. The wool was not gently soft since it was made of low priced yarn, yet this was not what I cared then. I simply hated its all red.
That was once a bad memory of a silly kid. Now it becomes a fond memory for me. Thinking of cold winter air always reminds me of that red sweater. I do love it these days although I have no idea when was the last time I put it on or saw it. It is more likely that my mom gave it away to her friends or younger persons who have kids. She usually did that with the clothes that became too small for my sister and me.
This year we were supposed to step in winter in the early of this month. But later according to the national Meteorological Department, winter would be delayed in coming due to the weaken force of wind and cold air from China down to the south. Then I just heard from TV news reports yesterday that we might not have cold air at all for this winter time. Perfect, my last hope for cold air was just blown away.
Have a good winter, I pray.
Gigi 😁
