providential parcel

11.30.2012

A woman rages on at her neighbor, sitting on the road in front of her house the screaming and arm flying is enough for the people above to watch the drama below.  A man pulls and finally gets the woman up and leads her back into the home where rage fades and micro flights buzz overhead.  Suraksha got her bag of chocolate, dry apples, Snyder’s Pretzels and ten bucks for ten years of life on this mountain.  And off to school she goes.  Maya and Laxman are heading down to Pokhara and I will be in charge.  The restaurant is closed but I can open a liter of beer for you if you’d like.  Didi’s daughter is also here and I don’t know what kind of work Maya has lined up for her, all the rooms are clean, there are few dishes and the only labor I know of is in the lower garden.  Clearing out remnants of September’s landslide, getting it in shape for a party 21 days away.  Oy.

The end of the month.  December, a month with mixed experiences.  Christmas in Siem Reap was interesting, buying little gifts for everyone in the bar I was comfortable in and playing the Boss’s Santa Claus is coming to town.  Gee I can’t think of any other moment right now.

Syria going dark.  I hate to read into any news event because news events come to you already inflated for dramatic purposes.  I must not read into any events as previews of what may or may not come.  Syria with no internet.  Rwanda with no internet.  The media is the most maddening influence on society.  From too much to nothing at all.  Who has lived better? 

Laxman bought two pairs of cowboy boots on line from an American cowboy boot company called Sheplers, I think.  Settling for boots instead of a Jeep was a practical and manageable way to deal with the I need I need crisis.  What do I need in times of great personal decision making?  Hmmm, it’s right behind me here somewhere.

And the party for Suraksha’s number ten birthday was bigger than I expected, and when the cake came out and the candles were lit the heavily made up little girl was overwhelmed, covering her mouth, when all came into the dining room, the overwhelming really did feel overwhelming.

And the auspicious moment of the day, of the year, of the month ok, was Mary’s parcel arriving this late afternoon, filled with stuff for the birthday girl.  Mom’s seasonal parcels always had that knack of arriving just at the right time and here again, the coincidence, no it’s not a coincidence, it’s spirits moving in people.  There is a whole different ballgame in the next dimension.  I look forward to meeting them in twenty one days.