Activity on the construction front is also moving along at a brisker pace. With the footings in place, the framework for the floor beams was assembled over the course of a week. Due to my recent weekly trips to India, it actually seems that work is going pretty fast, as when I come home I see things have happened. A negative aspect of my Indian trips are the fact that the Subcontinent (or at least Hyderabad) isn’t the best place to while away the hours watching glow-bugs and that the curries have gone straight to my belly regardless of their tendency to rush through my bowels with fierce rapidity.
With Jum-Krob’s belly now coming center stage, I'm reminded again what a wonderful woman she is for having put up with my potato sack for five plus years.
Yesterday, Nampol brought in a crane to pour the floor beams. The weighty pendulum of mud threatened to knock my agile gibbons into the drink at every turn. All in a days work for these chaps. Exciting stuff if you’ve never seen such a thing before—exciting that much more if you're the one going to live there.
Sitting and sipping with Prasert, we chatted about potential baby names. Probably not the most informative session as he named his first kid Beer and another Grabuang, which means tile. What can I say; he’s an architect who loves his libations.
He said, "You should think of a name that reminds you of the house." I looked out at the lake and said, “Scum.” We all laughed, but them not having been employed at Nard’s Professional DJ Service such a long time ago, never had to go my that moniker.
I brought up Khan which was on my short list, but it seems that few have the same fascination with the Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kublai Kahn, poem as I do. However, Kahn meaning beam struck a cord.
Why not “Beam?” Prasert said.
Why not “Beam?” I’m still thinking…
Posted by kimfucious at 11:04 AM. Filed under: General
