9.3
In the past three hours, beginning at 6:30 this morning, the
weather has changed so many times I sit in room six until it either becomes one
or the other nor either. Now, birds
sing, the sun pops in and out, a cool breeze, and new shelves, a clean floor, and the Moody Blues for a few minutes is enough. The second breakfast is coming in the half
hour; four hours earlier an egg sandwich and a mug of black tea while north sky darkness gained
momentum, pastels of east and south ranges mesmerized. I went out
at 4:07am, Pokhara sparkled, Orion on his side right in front of me. What the hell are you waiting for? From your
button hole nebula, right, we’ll get hoovered into the next dimension. We could be wrong on this one.
Four of the boys from the dining room have moved their work
to the rooms, to place plywood behind
the doors and install new slide bolt locks that will not give everyone
the troubles the present locks have given.
Laxman has gone to Pokhara, Didi is giving the boys shit about keeping
the rooms clean, Maya is upstairs, Kave is here to help again.
I asked the men-boys last night to build me a small cubicle
unit of shelves and they did so all the clothes on the majlis bed and
everything else in the mess is organized and out of a mouse’s
jurisdiction. Sawing right outside the
door, sawdust flowing in, I do not like this door closed but they’re all
meandering as if they haven’t had a day off in a long time and who gets days
off when you need money and you’re young and poor? The pounding of nails, Laxman never sleeps.
A Chinese couple check into room five. They must have gotten a good deal because
we’re in a construction zone and there is no diner. Meals in your room, please, at least in room
five there is a table to sit at and eat.
Late afternoon coming round, dogs bark, men-boys argue who
is supposed to do what and how it should be done, the sun softens up some, a
variety of clouds at distances numerous, white winged eagles soar at eye level,
the mountains, shrouded. Beem is back a
second time today, cutting tall grass and other green edibles, and keeping a
pregnant buffalo well fed with only the best organic diet on earth.
The internet is off, obviously, construction, power loss,
someone in room five is slowing it down to disconnected speeds, perhaps? The Chinese travelers decided to eat chicken
in another restaurant and Maya may have sighed a relief. Feeding ten to fifteen people three times a
day is a heroic effort and she needs Kave to help.
A day of no rain and mosquitoes multiply. I hate to close windows but wait long enough
and at night, a grand display of heat lightening that turns into low
level thunder rumbling right outside the door.
Laxman asked advice on how and what to paint in this new and
very white dining room. There are lots
of things on the ceiling and to find symmetry with each other I don’t know how
you’ll do it, my friend. Meanwhile Ramesh handed me the permit to trek into the
Annapurna Sanctuary and now I can go, but I am choosing to wait so Laxman and
Ramesh can decide how to work it out if Laxman goes; will Ramesh remain at the
Superview. I’m giving them until the 8th
or 9th or I will simply go alone.
And I will need to read what’s up with altitude sickness.
The Chinese couple are somewhat loud next door. A nice sunset today, surreal cloud formations
in the west, fiery ones in the southeast and rain.
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