clear moon blues

12.4.2012

A very clear start,  the moon is never clearer than when it is in the northwest morning blue.  If I hadn’t stirred at five minutes before the orb rose I would have gone up.  No clouds but clarity has been rare for three weeks.  Sitting in the dining room Suraksha works amazingly hard at homework which consists of copying English.  Hmmm.  The Malay comes in with a nice silver apple lap top.  Sniff.  I remember the apple days, all worked well. 

So what are we doing today?  Maya wants flowers watered.  If only there was a hose. The birthday girl managed to save the m and m peanuts from Suman’s percent in the gifts, far too much for one you say.  So the flowers were watered, there was breakfast number one at 8am and breakfast number two at ten am and this is why I told Maya I cannot finish this rice.  Pew-go!

So we started a mandala in the back.  Perhaps a Christmas themed one at the beginning.  And then a place to burn large logs.  Maya went to Pokhara, go girl, buy clothes, please don’t ask me to go, smoking is prohibited in public places now, though that would only apply to the locals.  Not fair you say.  Laxman is spraying room five.  Who’s coming I don’t know.  I am somewhat tired but I need to fill up a bag of these purple flower weed to fill in the second circle of the celtic Christmas mandala.  That’s what it’s looking like now though there might just be a square in there and would draw it closer to the Hindu tradition.  Celts and Brahmins.  What do these two have in common?

The mandala has taken on more of an advent wreath, especially if I light a few candles.  Oh just one John, it’s not yet the fourth week.  If or when I use any lalupati it’ll change the wheel indeed.

The day will be like any other day.  And the next day will be the same as the day before.  And on we will go on ya de da blah de blah.  The buffalo below bleats to someone she cannot see but knows or hopes someone  she knows is within bleating distance.  What do they want, are they in mating?  One of the dogs above howls mournfully and then barks when he doesn’t like the way birds fly.  Peter from Australia paid a visit earlier today.  He may still be in the dining room with Laxman, talking about a range of issues including this party.  He is keen to make money like Laxman and doesn’t believe in an end though when he first heard of it from me the terror in an alcoholic’s eye that this was going to be his last drink before detox couldn’t be plainer.

Didi clears the corn patch below the window.  I don’t know what she will plant next.  Mustard?  Wheat?  Crops for whom there is no rain?  The bleating sounds painful.  Birth is coming?  She hasn’t eaten in a day or two?  The clear mountains continue so we’re charging the camera, mobile and the ipod today.  Someone is laying down in room five.  Smoking permitted but check the winds first, eh?  No, wait, the two are talking next door.  What is the hourly rate for this room?  I think I’ll go ahead and have what they don’t.  Slanche.  Oh Dear, they’re English.  Shame on me.  An old friend.  A man I’d find in the Horse And Jockey.  Gee I kind of miss that place.  How about going back to Al-Ain if I am ________wrong.

I walked up to the view top and there the coincidental chatted with someone right across the hill top restaurant entrance and kept talking when I passed.  Good.  That is good.  No eye contact, it’ll be as if she never existed.  All spirits make mistakes I also believe now, and the mistakes aren’t intentional, they’re just, pfffttt.  On the way down the mountain there was no sighting, thank God for that.