Om my God

10.11.2012

Is this date auspicious in anyway?  We only know in hindsight, right?  And we really have to avoid looking at the day’s events and saying, well, you see, look at those numbers, that’s why you found a parking spot so easily. 

A lingering headache brought on by combinations, albeit the items were small in quantity.  The mushrooms have been disappointing and I think the locals are wondering themselves, why is nothing happening to him.  Aside from the ensuing headache the only alteration in thinking was the depths I felt I went to answer the impossible questions.  I could find no answer to Taliban shooting little girls.  Nothing new is under the sun and the only difference between the Taliban and the history of violence is CNN. 

Laxman would like to go to Pokhara and look at some art.  Which I’m more than willing to buy.  But not something I don’t like. 

The datura seeds get an hour or two of sun before they’re in the shade again.  This morning I took about ten or twelve despite the shroom blues, and of those ten or twelve ones that had turned black.  We will see.  Should I take my passport with me in case I need to remain in town for reasons I can’t think of? 

It was decided to go to Pokhara tomorrow because Suman will be coming home.  That is good.  I am/was in no shape to go down, a heavy wobbly headache took me to bed for three hours.  The seeds, ah, who knows.  Maya wants bricks in the middle garden laid out.  If there is no more rain, how can flowers survive, I meekly protested.  Go tell Didi to fetch the buffalo dung and we’ll take care of it tomorrow.

Going tomorrow also lays plans for staying there if I pay a visit to Nyima and his family on Saturday.  I’d still like a photo, please.

Tension.  Tension comes on when you allow someone to change your gentle and quiet disposition.

The room darkens, the fall air is more evident today, by five pm it’s time for the micro fleece.  In another hour or so the pashmina will be necessary.  Surprisingly my feet are staying chill free.  And wearing socks with flip flops that have that piece that goes between your big toe and longest toe is kind of difficult unless you wear oversized socks, which I don’t have. 

The lingering headache left me longing for silence and there is plenty of that up here when a dog isn’t barking or doorbell buzz birds aren’t buzzing, or…now it is as quiet as it is going to be with chickens and children and drums and chopping living it up somewhere.

I saw a job that interested me.  It begins January 1, 2013.  An escape if I am fucking bloody wrong.  I know what you’re thinking, he is preparing to move on when he sees that all this shit experienced was nothing more than his own doing.  All in the brain, nothing external that happened happened, coincidences were figments of a creative entheogen fueled in sixth gear noggin going where he had no idea. 

Oh Saint Francis, what was I doing at your tomb?  Why don’t you and a few of your saints say something with a little more than two months to go?  You’re gonna let me sink, aren’t you?  It’s my fault, right? The saints flit to and fro, resting, sleeping, moving on, there isn’t much you can do about any of this, right?  Without prior approval?  By the Om-God. 

And perhaps worst of all, while I begin to think about the world going on as it is ad nauseum, I still believe it is going to happen. 

Om-my-God.  The tourist in room five has some kind of wind instrument, like a wounded oboe or a cheap wood flute.  Turn up Dave Mathews please just a little bit.  I have to admit I enjoyed watching the last five innings of the O’s-Yankees game this morning.  Raul Ibanez.  And for the third and fourth innings the Reds-Giants replay was interesting this afternoon.  Weird how foreign players are in the National League.  It would be nice to see game five of the Tigers-A’s.  Or maybe not. 

And the NHL is on strike.  The biggest surprising yawn of all.  What happened there?  Too much success? Too many faces, too far away to remember and watch is probably the most likely reason for loss of interest but remind you this, my last tattoo is forever Howe and Ogrodonick.