10.12.2012
A smashing
sunrise, the cloud variety and colors made for many nice compositions. One or two that could be painted…
A day in
Pokhara buying art. Originals I must say
would fetch a lot more elsewhere. Invest
in art if you can afford to or you don’t know how much you have in your Salalah
bank account because it really doesn’t matter now. When you see the end near you bunker
down. San Diego is a nice place to
bunker down. Here is a nice place to
bunker down. If I am wrong about
everything there will be no bunkering down I tell you that. We’ll be going and I don’t know where because
I don’t think about it too much but seeing a way out with a job…the question is
humiliating.
Suman is
home for forty days. He says he has
forty days of homework because the vice principal told the teachers to give it
to them good. I haven’t spoken with any
of the teachers but I’d wager they don’t like this vp very much.
A very hot
shower in room three was splendid. My
first in six days sister, as she tried to keep me around but I needed a shower.
Oh this poor toilet of mine, the tiny worms are growing larger when they’re not
eaten by ants. This must be a feast for
that huge spider I haven’t seen in a while, and I haven’t seen a web. Perhaps it just stinks too much for a
spider.
So the plan
could be tomorrow visit the Tibetans, overnight sleep, early wakeup to climb to
the peace pagoda and come back I guess.
The mushrooms remain in the bag, I don’t know if they go bad or not but
we’s thinking what to do with them. Take
‘em first thing in the morning, call
Dolker, yes or no on the go, and let life slide either way.
Suraksha
calls me for lunch. It is 5:30pm. She plays with the Datura seeds. What you going to do with these Uncle. A Puja.
Oh, the Daisain Festival. Yes,
why not. And then it’s off to
India. Bodhgaya in or out kid? She’s looking outside. Suman is taking a shower. Her older brother is back.
The Tigers
win. Is this the time for a final
tattoo? How about Dubai for three days after…how
much do I really have I’ll have to know if I go to that place because that
place is for people who have incoming income.
And slumming it, well there’s nothing I need to buy. We’re just restless Lord, help me
please. I don’t want to go to Thailand
and I may not necessarily be ready to return to Nepal. A few days in some familiar place I haven’t
been to in a while after India…
The end of
the day, sitting in the newly carpeted tv-sitting-living room. The paintings have been rung and Maya isn’t
happy about something. Well, I am glad
many times to not know. They work it out
eventually. The rooms are full, a family
of four occupy room one, and two and three are taken by a Chinese
fivesome. The red head who’s really a
blond who never takes her floppy hat off is still in room four and the tall
German dude is still in room five. Full.
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