01-28-02 - 9:36 p.m.
bob called tonight from thailand. it was tomorrow and he was eating breakfast. his adjustment to life in a primitive village with one community telephone sounded a bit dubious. the doorways in his house were too short, and he kept whacking his head, so he made them taller. he upgraded the toilet, which was a hole in the floor with a jar of water to flush with. the thai people are communal and noisy and amplify every sound, so he's awake all night. mailissa is crawling and he's living his dream, but i think he's homesick.
joe and i went down to the beach for creole food. it was raining. when we came home, the entire park was frosted with snow. everyone was out, staring at their decorative rock lawns in amazement. we took pictures.