11.29.2012
I’m staying
in the room a little longer this morning, expecting the French ladies will come
for breakfast, I hope to miss them and avoid emotions of shyness which
in truth isn’t really the reason at all.
Look, when one isn’t a non-native speaker I will have the advantage and
I think it’s unfair that the L2 has to speak English because I don’t speak
French, German, Turkish, Chinese, ok not Chinese, Nepalese, Polish, Brazilian,
Honduran, Spanish, Lithuanian and so forth.
So?
The
mountains were not around this morning but the sun did rise but now plays hide
and seek with drifters. The room
during the night is quite cool and the blanket is the only refuge. I do need to wear long-johns, a few long sleeve t-shirts and
socks for the right balance. Last
night’s moon showed Pokhara under a dark hazy blue.
I have made
no decision regarding the tangka and the drum.
I wouldn’t hesitate if I had more money but why do I really need to save
anymore? Where do you want to go at the
end of the year? @#!!
I wrapped up
Suraksha’s sudden growth of edible birthday gifts and taped them shut inside a
clear shopping bag and she looked at it and shook it and she was much better in
controlling her lustful cocoa desires.
Only a few more days, kiddo, it’s a good tradition to wait and patience
is a virtue most of the time.
You have
good life brother. I do sometimes but
I’ve given up so much and what do I have to show for it. A corner room with the sun rising right in
your bed. That’s good. Lamjung and Annapurna 2 to my left, that’s
good. Living with a family that may be as crazy as I am, that may not be so
good all the time but we look for a balance and I’m sure my behavior may leave
them dispirited though I don’t know what those moments may be this year, certainly
four years ago I was on the lam full steam playing football with the spirits,
imagine a whole living room full of dead Jews.
When it is
cloudy the chill in the air remains and even fat wool socks aren’t doing
it. Moving away from this computer and
stretching and getting the blood going will help. Ok, first a big toke? A little morning music? Are the Frenchies gone, it’s almost eight. The yellow apples I gave to Maya were
appreciated though I haven’t tried one.
A hundred and forty rupees for one kg.
Eight apples. There were no kids
on the trail asking for anything and Prem Maya wasn’t there to reluctantly take
one for her four girls. Four girls and
Tika decided to take the job in Afghanistan.
He awaits for a visa in Kathmandu.
It’s been a week of waiting. The
money was too good to pass up. Life on
the mountain, while it is clean and fresh and you’re with family there’s just
no income and it’s a sacrifice. Or is
it. Making money dishonestly will always
get you in the end. Taking advantage of someone’s
sympathy in order to make money will always get you in the end. It’s enough to stay in this room.
Well, all
aside leaves things alone and misunderstanding or accepting differences we
move. Didi cleaned up a major part of
the lower garden and today I moved a pile of wood scraps and a pile of cement
pieces. Good enough for today. In the shade I need all I have though the sun
is out. And Didi’s daughter comes by to let me know I believe there is tea
waiting above. She took a shower her wet
hair is long. The nineteen year old
should find a handsome someone in the future if I am dead wrong in the water.
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