up the ceiling

8.28.2012

5:50am. The family from Krakow is up and ready to go.  The morning sky promises easy travel.  Suraksha and Mana appear, looking for free chocolate before breakfast.  What to do.  I think I’ll put the kibosh to Turkey.  God bless you Emine and Sener, but I’ve got a glacier to visit. 

Washed the clothes by hand, hung them to dry, clouds and fog and steady winds.  The Polish lawyer with four children asked me who would win in November and I said Obama in a landslide, place your bets now, the gates are open.  She was somewhat surprised that I was so confident and there are many reasons for this, but only shared one. 

I did not sleep well last night, too many trips to the loo and now the chillim is not helping me stay awake.  Heavy rain around 3am broke the 24 hour drought. 

The almost full moon is bright enough to read Uris.  The men-boys did a day’s work on the ceiling, fastening a lot of tin that will hold heavy plasterboard.  Meanwhile the neighbors and Bishnu, the very dark skinned Christian Nepali, showed up to make a do with repairing the gaps on the roof between the dining room and kitchen. 

 

And in the process of putting this ceiling up Laxman needed to remove wires that would cut off the internet for a few hours.  Last year I used Laxman’s pc once a day when it was available.  What did I do with the rest of the day?  Now I’m hopelessly addicted to the darn thing.  Sleeping, eating, reading sometimes, there is work to do, outside stuff, but there’s no rush to anything and our expectations of what we want to do with me is different from last year, where I worked my ass off.  I want to be a freelancer before I run out of money, which incidentally, needs to keep me going for another four months. 

This chillum and a bad night’s sleep are kicking my butt at 8:45.  Should I go up?  For three weeks a mouse has lived in the back of the fridge.  Today he let me see him.  He senses I can live with it in this room if it doesn’t eat any of my food or clothes.  A second ago it squeaked like it was not happy about something.  Steps coming closer…dinner at nine.