calendar free living

12.5.2012

In a few minutes we’ll be paying a visit to a type A Brahmin, of the priestly order.  We’re moving slow here.  No offers from above to go along, which is ok.  The less one knows the better, right?  Too much information will always mess with your head.  And seeing star formations in the early morning Eastern sky has me curious.  Planetary alignments.  Shall I read what this entails?  Shall I wear my glasses tomorrow morning so I am sure of what it is I see?  Really, at five thirty or so the stars close to the horizon are clear and it’s very cool to see the city lights and the stars almost merge.  But now in this same part of the sky three or four bright objects appear to be starting a line.  More on this later, more if I can remember. 

A cup of masala tea on the Himalaya Café porch and the accidental coincidental’s father walks down the steps.  Three or four minutes later a woman dressed too sharply for these mountains comes down the steps and says something to Bolarum’s son, who is seated to my right; she stops and looks at him.  She has asked a question.  His reply: Ai. Sure, Yes.  What was the question?  I didn’t think about it then but now I do and so she knows.  For what it’s worth, so what?  We have a bleeping 16 bleeping days to bleeping go.  

I had a lot of money in the Emirates.  I could have taken a poor woman from the Himalayas and her standard of living, along with the rest of her family would have been great for everyone.  I tell Laxman he is so lucky I never found love. 

Didi comes by sweeping the terrace and I see it coming in the room.  Cough.  The mandala looks nice.  No photos yet?  We need some red, the lalupati red is choice but I don’t wish to take it from the plant in the garden.  One or two and no one will see there are many but watch the red leaf once it’s removed and it shrivels up immediately, not a lot but it is noticeable.

Bolarum’s dog had three pups.  Two are outside sleeping in the sun.  The third one didn’t make it, a cold night is what killed her.  The dead pup is in the upstairs room where corn is kept, the mother digs a hole I didn’t stick around to see if that is where the dead pup was going.  Didi can be quite annoying and I am thankful I don’t understand anything she is saying.  Another sweep of the terrace and she is bored?  Room one go clean, lady.  Room five is still occupied and Laxman said a group are coming and want all the rooms.  Two women can sleep in my room, don’t expect me to move out.

So, what happens today?  I’ll urinate on the floor if they try to evict me.  Ha, they are not going to evict me, Laxman plays games, I’m never sure but I am sure no one is going to ask me to leave this room.  But da-dum ba-dum bum bum, here comes Maya, let’s change the sheets let’s clean the floor, she looks in the bathroom.  She says nothing.  The floor needs a desperate clean but not for someone else.  Oooh, come now, for twenty five dollars let someone else sleep in the bed.  One night.  I don’t think so.  I will do it in exchange for something though.  What do I really want that will leave sleeping on someone’s floor….

The sheets have been changed, the floor swept but not cleaned and Didi is in the toilet scrubbing it after I told her to leave it alone.  Am I conceding a move?  No, the toilet was dirty and if I can’t stop a woman from cleaning a toilet then well we must be well paid or afraid you’re gonna lose your job for listening to me and you didn’t clean it.  It’s one in the afternoon and the woman is getting on my nerves.  She scrubs the linoleum and murmurs an octave.  Maybe a cigarette for a good job and tell Maya I ain’t moving without a protest and flight.  Oh she heaves and sighs, I told you not to clean the toilet.  My conscience finds no sympathy.  And if your daughter came to clean the toilet I would have also said no. She’s talking and only her echo understands.   

Say I found some old stories.  Shall we post them here?  Why not?  A few may not have read Marcella’s story.  God bless the woman, the original eight of eight girls.  I look forward to asking you why you led me to that person if you knew the outcome. 

And most of all Granma, I look forward to the day I don’t do this blog.  I look forward to no longer taking photos either.  I had a gift but really, to not have a desire to earn a living from it, well, you’d always be not as good as you could have been.

Another group from Thailand take all five rooms.  They didn’t need mine.  Why Laxman doesn’t tell me all doesn’t include mine is like a test and by looking at this log earlier it looks like they succeeded in turning me inside out but it was all for naught.  Back in the room, getting ready to sleep. 

I think it would be good if in the next two weeks or so you completely forget the calendar.  Is that possible?