Village #11, Phitsanulok, Thailand
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
At 6:30 am a local monk walks the road looking for alms. He is dressed in saffron robed and he is followed by an acolyte dressed in white robes. Thidawan's mother offers him some uncooked rice, and he is on his way up the road. Thidawan tells me that he is the brother-in-law of her father. We drove in Thidawan's brother's pickup truck and went into Phichit and we bought a cooked chicken and some cooked Thai noodles. On the return trip we visited a waterfall and stopped at a festival for a local temple. On the same trip we stopped at a cousin of Thidawan's mom that had three puppies. We later visited another cousin that two days earlier had lost their only child when he drowned in the river. His name was pronounced "si-wah-chun". There was a funeral for him and while the monks were chanting a paraying mantis flew into the house and stood upside down from the ceiling rafter and watched for a few minutes and flew away.
Source: Richard Arthur Norton (1958- ) on Tuesday, May 15, 2001