through the glass

11.27.2012

Johnnie Walker did me in last night and so far we’re going up and down, sideways and backwards and sometimes even forward.  I didn’t have that much either but it was enough.  Such a blessing it is, isn’t it, to not be able to drink whiskey, at least certain kinds.  I have no problems with the Irish variety. 

The room’s windows are clean except for one concern.  When the painters sprayed-plasticized the brick they inevitably got the windows and I don’t know what to use to take it off.  Turpentine loosens it but floats and sticks elsewhere.  And the water pump isn’t working.  This little thing moves the water from the big tank below the rooms to the tanks next to the house.  While they are presently half-full, all it takes is a group of large Germans with the shits to use all of it like that. 

I feel I should take a shower but if I go down to Lakeside tomorrow I’ll most definitely need another one.  I don’t necessarily feel dirty except where I should clean once in a while.  Like my hair.  The Peruvian wool toke is warm enough and more importantly doesn’t scratch keeps my hair in total darkness these days. 

An overcast evening and no full moon.  Pockets of blue are hopeful but nah, right now they’re too thick to know it’s a full moon.  Last night’s brilliant shine was strong enough to penetrate the thin clouds and allow no need for a flashlight, which I always need to see room’s six’s tiny key hole lock for the tiny key.

 

I cleaned the windows in the kitchen closest to the burners that in a month splatted enough oil and grease it was impossible to see out and then volunteered since no one else was around except Didi who was busy carrying up 50kg water containers and Lord knows how she empties the thing in one of the 1000L tanks is beyond me though  I helped her empty two of them with great effort, to  go to the grandparents house to pick up milk. 

Across from the buffalo pond up on the hill a shovel demolishes the top, it is an ugly site.  The plans are, according to the Japanese-Nepali man who is undergoing this ravage, to open a five star hotel on the top.  Once completed it would have been in a prime location but not the best location I told Laxman.   The best spot is the old army post, up for grabs I asked him.  The buildings are up, and can probably hold thirty, there’s a kitchen and what else do you need aside from water. 

I speak ‘it would have been’ I hate talking about the future as if nothing is going to happen.  And listen to Christians already planning for the next year.  I think the only people who praying for the end are those who suffer.  This’ I don’t want to be told this is the end because it’s going to ruin my plans for a baby shower and if it happens let it happen’ irritates me more than anything.  An attitude of the ‘whatever’ generation that smacks of narcissism.  Woa that’s strong there mister I’m not drinking anything toxic tonight. 

Cousins from Chicago take rooms one and two.  The large Kevin James dude sounds just like Pete N. and in a way almost resembles him.  Ah steaks and bars.  There’s lots of bars. 

And a full moon.