down the stretch

12.1.2012

And down the stretch we go.  Boy am I glad to see this month.  Twenty one bloody days, who wants a party?  I don’t really, what do you want to do on the day the world is supposed to do something other worldy? 

A bright cool and mostly clear morning.  Giving the terraced seedlings water, the flowers in the upper and lower gardens got a drink.  Last night’s celebration was a hit, I turned in while the dancing went on.  And now here we are. 

 

 

And at the end of the day the rooms are full.  A group from Bangkok came and filled the rooms and used the kitchen to cook their own food, of which they graciously invited me to sit with them and partake in a meal  outside which left me freezing for the next hour and a half until I managed to obtain the Prem Maya wool socks that are too big to wear with any sandals and then retreat further away until I was back in room six. 

Coincidences, you understand them to be spirits working together, those spirits are inside the heads of every single individual on this planet.  Coincidences that occur with nature however, what is above the spirit level?

 Sending a parcel on the sixth of this month from the US via USPS airmail and arriving on the last day of the month of November.  Inside the parcel contained gifts for a ten year old girl whose birthday was the same day.  Probability and Statistics majors please step in.  You need more information?  Did I tell the sender the date of the birthday?  No I did not because working out dates with someone who lives with two calendars does leave some uncertainty. 

Ok, you don’t need statistics to convince me.  Yawn.  Experience trumps the universal language just about every time, oh no? 

On the last day of the puja, after ceremonially cleaning the entire flat from all evil, the spirit caught the spirit of evil, Satan, give him your own name, in a kidney bean and put the bean in a jar and sealed the jar tight and put it outside the door in the hallway.  The building’s live in security from Kerala picked up the jar and took it to the trash. 

Why share this?  Who the hell knows.  I’ve shared it before.  I even took photos of the devil’s tombstone thanking a pair of individuals who helped me during the three days.  Imagine, a Calvinist and an Anarchist having a cup of tea you see who would get up quicker, who would lose their cool, who would bring balls to juggle who would bring a pen.