Liverpool blues

It takes a lot of love these days to keep your spirit free. 

And a lot of hope, but in what.  Hope that every day will be better, in one hour or one minute it will change your stars.  A lot of love would change your stars, wouldn’t it.  A lot of love and the worst days are no longer, evil and death slithering between blood vessels are flushed out when there is love. 

You gonna tell me something I don’t already know. 

I slept badly last night, the mind was thinking too much.  Too much anger in congress.  And the applause, I don’t blame the nation of Israel’s distrust for those who want to destroy it.  For crying out loud why doesn’t anyone address this? 

The last day of the first week of teaching is tomorrow.  Was it quick?  Yes, and leaving early helps.  I came home and took a nap, even a fitful nap helped, today someone said I looked beat, ya, thinking too much and mosquitos, how they get in, pffftt, the gap under the front door, the beat up screen behind me right now, the mosquito smells my flesh and attacks my head.  I finally got up at five this morning and felt tiny bumps on my scalp and a bite on my arm.  

3.5.15

I set out at six thirty this evening and was greeted by a large peach moon rising from the horizon.  I went to McDonalds for an antibiotic filled chicken sandwich and a foursome of white adults with five rowdy little kids socialized inside so I kept walking and found a coffee shop, ate three skinny healthy medicine free chicken shwarmas and a pomegranate juice was enough. 

The beginning of the weekend.  I wiped down the Honda this afternoon and tried to nap.  When the landlord came by to collect this month’s rent I asked him to send someone to clean the air conditioners before temps required them.  I think two nights of poor sleep comes from things warming up slowly.  A fan didn’t help much last night but I don’t want to use the machines yet…yet yet.

Tomorrow, mass, and then a Caribou coffee maybe, a check of the movies showing at the Al-Ain mall, a bit of shopping and then a return to the grotto.  Before I left the office today I did some prepping for next week.  I would be a good teacher if I did a little more prepping in the next two days.  I have some good students who ought to keep me on my toes. 

A young man in Nepal would like me to help him get to the US to study for a year.  I emailed an old friend with advice,  I’ve looked at a number of websites, I think it’s finding the right agency because I don’t know if I can get him there on my own. 

It would be good for the young man to spend a year there, it would be a really good thing if he studied there for a year.  How much would it cost me, well, go down all the avenues, financial help is out there, but I’ll contribute.  We will see.

Four moons to go and it’s summer break, assuming I am staying here.  Only four.  And have you decided what you’re gonna do for five weeks?  I haven’t.  I think two weeks in Oakland Co., is enough but other places have interested me albeit the interest disappears.  I don’t know.  Here’s the paradoxical absurdity of the year:  I don’t want to remain in one place for the holiday, but I don’t want to travel.  No Nepal this time?  I have to head to the states first.  I could return early and head to the mountains but there is a holiday about a month after we return and I’m thinking then I’d go.  Right now I’m all over the map, from Hadai Gwai to Belfast to Copper Harbor.  I like the idea of renting a car and doing the UP.  You have to rent a car?  You could probably buy a car that would be cheaper.  Right, a cheap car that’d break down in the middle of the Hiawatha Forest.  Black flies would eat me alive.  I also must go to Pittsburgh.

 
Ah the Beatles, they can take you out of the doldrums and throw you right into a meat grinder.  Such melodies, boys, to think anything good could come out of Liverpool.