Easter keester

3.31.13

The sunrise at the top was unspectacular.  The morning clean-up, breakfast orders, today I must renew a visa.  It’s close to ten.  It is great disappointment that this ‘journey’ has me asking others to help me because I gave all my money away.  I gave it all away, that's not a very American thing to do and to depend on others, that's not very American now is it either.  Sometimes it feels like I am still a pony who has to be broken in.   I budgeted until December, and now, tomorrow, a fool’s day.  Please rain.
 

So, I have five months before a desert post begins.  There are huge expensive hoops to jump through if I really want this one.  What the blazes am I doing. 

I fretted returning to the top of the mountain because I hadn’t said happy Easter to anyone today and then as I reached Modhu’s newly named gueshouse-BluePlanet Anex- there was Daan the deaf Dutch dude and I told him happy Easter which Modhu, sitting with him at a table, repeated for him. 

Another month coming and here is an updated philosophy regarding my financial distractions.  I give all my money to you, you give me some back, and then I give you oranges, cucumbers, and green beans and those merchants benefit and one successful business can reach many.  I wish it could always work this way.

The rains have finally come, after dark, seven nineteen, a soft rain the greens appreciate. 

Money.  Taunting, tantalizing, curse me with it and may I never recover.  Three Chinese mainlanders who live in Hong Kong’s Causeway Bay are in room one and a serious looking Tibetan man and his wife or daughter I don’t know, are in room six.  When I entered the dining room from the whipping wind and rain and sat down he looked at me as if he was trying to read my aura.  Laxman said what about Nyima and I?

Easter morning began with an Israeli man complaining of the high cost of plain toast (when there’s no electricity we have to toast it by hand and that can be expensive) and ended with drunken Chinese. Happy Easter indeed.

4.1.13

Room eight is cleaned for the first time this year and it doesn’t take too long to do so.  I do have a large bag of undecided clothes now temps are remaining warmer and a smaller bag of odds and ends whose value will be assessed before I leave. 

This month, I have no problems with, it’s all good; spring, baseball, no socks, rain, thunderstorms.  How is it here, well four years ago I passed out mother Theresa medals to everyone under the big communications tower when the lightening bangs intensely shook us to the ground.  I like in twenty three days the only anniversary I can’t ignore will come and pass and that’ll be it, the past will be behind.  A five year anniversary will have no meaning because it will not be remembered. 4/23/09.  Anything auspicious about these numbers, please help me.  Yes, you got a nine and a nine, divisible of three, anything else?  4/23/13  How about this one?  Nothing really.  Yesterday’s symmetrical date spooked for a half second, but it’s enough to make me drink.

A loose roof or thunder more likely, the sky darkens once again, a familiar characteristic for the last three to seven days.  My photos aren’t exciting me too much right now.  I’m not sure what it is, aside from a beat up camera.  A busy afternoon of cooking dal bhat, chow mein and the like, a sore back and ahoy, the eldest son has returned.  How are you doctor, yes that is good, say you’re a great cook you know that, what?  You didn’t know that? Ah, rain.