Home alone

My has moved up north. I will stay in Saigon until the end of the month and then it's off to Laos. I am alone in a big empty house with a halfwit maid. To keep myself amused about the situation, i've been trying to remember all the amusing dumb jokes i know:

dumber than a box of hair

a taco short of a combo plate

sharp as a bag of wet mice

a few buttons missing on her remote control

if she were any dumber, i'd have to water her twice a week

That's good enough. So the whole Nguyen family came over to help load all of My's stuff into the truck. We piled that thing like the Grinch's sleigh. In the end, there was only a very small space for the dogs, who had to ride cooped up like that for the 20 hour ride.

The neighborhood kids stared while a bunch of us guys figured out how to lift a million-pound safe onto the truck, and the neighbor lady (i've never gotten her name) came over with drinks. She has a dog who i affectionately call "Little twelve toes". This silly pup has six toes on both his hind paws. He's really self-conscious about them too, so don't talk about them in front of him.

My has promised to come back to visit soon, but I'm not sure how much time she'll have. What makes matters worse is that her restaurant is on the property of a company, a sort of company "camp". Since i'm not affiliated with the company or the businesses that cater to them, i am not allowed on the premises. So i can't visit.

Many thoughts and feelings are swirling in my head as I'm confronted with the possibility of not seeing My any more. One of them is "one of these days, these days will end". But i pray they don't end before I'm through with them.

More on that later as i gather my thoughts.