picnic day

11.17.2012

I stood at the window long enough for Beem to come over and inquire.  Just thinking.  Below at the tank Sumjana combed out Suraksha’s hair, making a thin and long braid.  The coincidental woman smiled and laughed with her niece and a neighbor.  Tourists stream up and down every morning, more so though on the weekend days.  Sunrise is so difficult to photograph properly now that orange explodes into the blue horizon for the first five minutes and every mode used produces the same blotch and splotch.  The shadows are much darker now and I presume in a month’s time the contrasts will be long and notoriously rich to do much about with a cheap camera. 

Today Suman and his singing bunch of mountain kids will have a picnic, supplies purchased from the collection two days ago when they plundered the valley with good wishes and healthful life. 

An old friend is apparently coming next month for the end of the world my ass party.  Guy was there when it all happened and though he has said I experienced nothing more than the greatest case of cognitive dissonance ever, he understands the spirit world better than I do and thus can’t be writing off multiple channeling and precognitive visions to a middle age crisis.  As a welcoming it’s time to visit a Tibetan camp for carpets.

And

I don’t know how or if I should go see Nyima now before 12.21 because I am sure as hell going to visit him if there is a bloody 12.22.  Exorcism.  He didn’t call it that though.  Four years ago he simply asked if I wanted to have a spirit removed.  I want this spirit to know I want no part of him and I will shake the dust from my heart of him, of you, if you’re reading this now you big wanker.  Ho, oh John.  I am sorry Job but you have left me dried out after four years and I need to drink.  Anticipating has never ever in my life been harder and it’s time to end. 

And, a nice picnic, a few photos, terrible cotton mouth, throwing and tossing kids around, and of course the mountains.  Now the day is closing, four elderly Germans in room one and two and two German gals in room five, wait for their meal and then off to bed it will be for them.  Tomorrow they move on.

Meanwhile I need a haircut, razors, chocolate, and there was something else.