Be It Evah So Umble

This, my dear friends, is where I will call home for the next 9 months. It is the green concrete... bunker? womb? refuge? Oh I will settle for a simpler narrative, let's just say like Wemmick, this shall be my castle away from the "office". It looks its sweetest from this vantage point. That is a nice bush there on the corner. But I am boxed in by a stagnant little pond, a strange house or barn or something behind me. I actually thought it was a cow shed until tonight when I saw a tv on inside. Or maybe the cows here watch old reruns of One Tree Hill. If you are thinking, "Wait a minute. I thought this son of a biscuit was supposed to suffer." Here is my the view out my front door:

That balcony on the second floor? If it was just a foot wider, I would be able to open the door. all the way. Here is my back yard:

What the gosh darn blankity heck are those round things? Dunno. But they are next to my kitchen sink:

Nice eh? That, by the way, is my mop. But you know, here in the part of Thailand I am in, Isan, it is all relative, and so I am feeling very blessed in my little castle, though it has no Wemmick moat and no Wemmick drawbridge. Perhaps I can install a cannon somewhere... Here is the downstairs- Empty but cooler than upstairs:

And here is the upstairs:

That, my precious, is the very computer on which I type this sentence to you. And of course, the piece de cleanliness and crapescence:

Yes, that is my toilet. Yes, that is my shower. It is my all around "wet room" which, as my dearest and moleiest friend would say, is either "really gross" or "totally Hawt" or perhaps both. Or like the qwerty keyboard, simply the resulting interface between history, technology, economics, and culture. Let's not forget the noble ancient Greeks had communal outdoor poopers, which is perhaps where they hatched the idea of democracy.