Tracy, God be with you

11.21.12

A cold morning, smoke filters into the room, sunrise is twenty minutes away.  Last week the orb rose ten minutes earlier. 

Wow, I took on this mountain and one hour and fifty minutes later I was back in room six and yuck I feel not good.  Very sore calves, heavy head, fatigue, maybe sleep now, no, Maya won’t permit it, another hour or so maybe I can nibble on something.  Tomorrow morning Marcello leaves for KTM.  He was liked by the family here. 

And thankfully a very hot shower and shave in room six’s once notorious toilet.  Shivers afterward, very cold and…and…the chief of Pokhara’s police department has checked into room five with his wife and a couple of assistants, I guess they’ll sleep in four but not two where Suraksha and I found the bed sheets soiled from an hour of something I’d rather not talk about. 

So you didn’t visit Nyima.  I don’t know about timing anymore.  I don’t know anything anymore, I am just tired.  More so than usual. 

11.22.12                                                                      

A colder morning than yesterday.  I need to buy warmer socks.  The calves are burning, the stomach settles after breakfast.  Suraksha’s eyes are improving.  School next week.

Thanksgiving in America.  The Lions lose again (?), cranberry sauce and gravy, corn and turkey, mashed potatoes, seven up with a cherry, pie, chocolate, apple, sour cream peach.  Who’s washing dishes?  Draw from the hat.  I got silverware.  The cabinet is too low to watch tv and wash forks. 

The chief of police in room five turned out to be a prominent judge and his wife.  Now they are gone.  Many people going up and down the mountain today, few come in for breakfast.  Towards the end of the week more are likely to stay up and eat or have a cup of tea or take a room.  Why do people on holiday look at Saturday and Sunday as a weekend?  Every day should be the weekend when there is no work.

I cleaned the dining room windows inside and out after a bowl of noodles got real tired and headed to room six but then Suraksha came by for a visit and I never got that nap.  By five I was scrambling to get dressed for above a nice looking sunset that turned into a stunning sunset.

Tracy.  What the heck.  Gone within two years of knowing her, gone from this life.  Wow, I am at a loss, you always think she’ll get better.  Mary  is doing better.  Was staying in Antep a good idea?  Or was she in England when life ended.  Very sad, very humbling tonite.

I am so to tired of telling people of the end.  I wish someone else would speak up.