Well here goes,
I have not written a ablog in 1 year, which is a really long time. Of course, I have written many emails, which I hope to post on my blog site also; but still, I have not written a blog in one year. During this past year I have been in Cambodia and Thailand. In Cambodia, I lived in Sihanoukville; in Thailand, I have been living on Koh Samui. I tried to find a nice apartment and did in fact, find one; but it was so far behind in the building schedule, that I gave up and decided not to live there. It seems like I coudl not get things together and kept running into difficulties with Boentoun or Pheng Bun. Neither could find a suitable place for a senior like myself; and, besides, the places were too expensive. Here on Koh Samui, things have been going much more smoothly. I am living at 7 Bantai, Bang Por, Maenam in an apt. house. Living here is much more peaceful than living on the mainland.
OK, so what have I accomplished this past year? I have spent a reasonable amount of time trying to organize my mind in preparation for trying to do some meditation. It has been going much better than before and I am fairly far along in reflecting back on my life trying to figure out why things developed the way they did. I am 70 now and living alone; no marriage or children, but a good career development and better financials. I feel that these part 8 years have been an attempt at redemption. After the automobile accident in Florida, I spent many years coming to terms with the head injury and concomitant trauma. I was no longer the brainy whiz kid that I had been before and adjusting to this and accepting it has been one of the more difficult aspects of my life. All the fear and anxiety about how to survive in tact consumed most of my post-accident days. Now, as ol Granny Karen, I can be much more relaxed about it; but then, I could not. And, there was too much death trauma in the family so everybody was fairly anxious most of the time. My mother, who I lived with in Ft. Myers for many years, was never the same after her divorce from Francis. Francis did not like Bob, so I did not like him. This was the nexus of our conflicted family life until
