my defaulted profession

Last year in Nepal I took more photos in the month of November than any other month and nature sure made it easy.  And with the greatest mountains in the world at your doorstep meditation was as easy as making cherry brownies. 

I miss the boys: the Anapurna clan, Lamjung and Machupuchere.  Standing tall, resolute, no one messes with divinity I tell ya.  And no one knows how to cut you down to size than the mighty Himalayas.

So, last night, like many nights I try to plan the rest of my life.  Without world's end I have to find myself in it when the time comes I cannot teach or worse, cannot walk, though that would be unlikely as long as one is moderately healthy.  Nepal presents challenges that only a lot of money could deal with.  And to have a lot of money I have to stay in the Middle East practicing my defaulted profession. 

But does Nepal want me?

This week we have a three day weekend and by tonite I must decide whether to go to Muscat and search out books.  I'm almost out and this is one city I need to read.  Holy cow, there is absolutely no social life, it's as if we live on the moon here.  What to do except watch tv and read.  I've slowed down on Hesse's Narcissi and Goldmund and have one Uris title left before I am plum out.  There's a seven am bus that leaves and takes five hours plus to the capital city, and then it's shopping time.  I hesitate if only because any religious holiday may ask places to close and I really like a stop or two in Feeney's Irish Pub for a pint or two and a steak sandwich.  But books are the reason I'm going. 

And if I can't find anything I want it'll have to be a trip to Dubai and I'll need more time to do that, for now though.