i was asked if i wanted to go along with the six bags of lulus stuff but i thought he was just asking for me to be in a picture so i politely obliged no. i could have taken a ride in a helicopter for the first time. Instead the plan is to drive as close as we can, hire porters if they want to carry supplies purchased by donations, distribute what we got, ask, about volunteers to manage the overwhelming supply only the army can manage but no one trusts the military, an unfortunate relationship it is.
And that is the plan. For now. Tomorrow there is a wedding i am expected to attend. a nice blue stripe cotton shirt is being made and somewhere we may find size 11 shoes.
I don't think there is any correlation with that new novena and winding up in Nepal in May. I don't at all but what i do see is something different but i don't understand it. it has to do with energy and connectivity produced by like minded individuals, and it isn't coincidental or is it.
The external faiths, you go over there, you internal faiths, over here. the middle faiths will referee.
It has been overcast today, thankfully, the May sun is hot but not unbearable.
This is the first time to sit at a laptop. I will not be a smart aleck phone fan for a long time.
Time is terribly slow here and it leaves me anxious to get on for the reason i left my job after the mid term exams, but i was reminded, the needs don't stop after the first week. Mosquito netting, chilli, tarps, dried food i don't know yet, medicine, i don't know. we told the military we wanted to bring pots and pans they told us food and the committee agreed to go in with a truck the next time. As long as i got money to do something I'd rather use it this way than any other way.
I smell burning rubber. Suman made me a nice toasted sandwich and spicy chicken noodle soup. Laxman is somewhere in the city below, Maya is somewhere in the big city below, children have come home from school, It is wondrous and peaceful and clean and green, a refreshing moment while it lasts i will remember. Because meanwhile all the land below the guesthouse, all the farm land for Bihm to collect buffalo grass, fields of corn and ginger are now piles of sand, stone, cement, re-bar for three construction projects in front, above, and to my right from room six. in three months the garden view outside the restaurant will no longer include the city of Pokhara. Gone. The building will be so close we will have just a wall to look at. A wall no doubt with no windows. The garden will become a length closed garden with width openings. So what you say, it's all in the family and i will not understand how a family member can go ahead and simply ruin a beautiful view but i do actually, it is his land and he can do what he wants with his land. Simple. There are no zoning laws here and that's ok if everyone accepts a man has a right to do whatever he wants on his own land. Right now i can climb down from the garden and stand on Tika's roof.
What to do, ke garne chaina.
The response to coming here was somewhat overwhelming, in two photos i saw of myself on a facebook page they do not endear. It may have been the four hour psychedelic drive to the airport. Arabian construction lights around the expansive thing going through Sohar was exhausting.
i could be a good driving instructor. Ok, drive to the largest mall and park in the ribs of American consumerism. If you don't hear from me you pass stage one.
Thunder rumbles above. It's time to listen.
And that is the plan. For now. Tomorrow there is a wedding i am expected to attend. a nice blue stripe cotton shirt is being made and somewhere we may find size 11 shoes.
I don't think there is any correlation with that new novena and winding up in Nepal in May. I don't at all but what i do see is something different but i don't understand it. it has to do with energy and connectivity produced by like minded individuals, and it isn't coincidental or is it.
The external faiths, you go over there, you internal faiths, over here. the middle faiths will referee.
It has been overcast today, thankfully, the May sun is hot but not unbearable.
This is the first time to sit at a laptop. I will not be a smart aleck phone fan for a long time.
Time is terribly slow here and it leaves me anxious to get on for the reason i left my job after the mid term exams, but i was reminded, the needs don't stop after the first week. Mosquito netting, chilli, tarps, dried food i don't know yet, medicine, i don't know. we told the military we wanted to bring pots and pans they told us food and the committee agreed to go in with a truck the next time. As long as i got money to do something I'd rather use it this way than any other way.
I smell burning rubber. Suman made me a nice toasted sandwich and spicy chicken noodle soup. Laxman is somewhere in the city below, Maya is somewhere in the big city below, children have come home from school, It is wondrous and peaceful and clean and green, a refreshing moment while it lasts i will remember. Because meanwhile all the land below the guesthouse, all the farm land for Bihm to collect buffalo grass, fields of corn and ginger are now piles of sand, stone, cement, re-bar for three construction projects in front, above, and to my right from room six. in three months the garden view outside the restaurant will no longer include the city of Pokhara. Gone. The building will be so close we will have just a wall to look at. A wall no doubt with no windows. The garden will become a length closed garden with width openings. So what you say, it's all in the family and i will not understand how a family member can go ahead and simply ruin a beautiful view but i do actually, it is his land and he can do what he wants with his land. Simple. There are no zoning laws here and that's ok if everyone accepts a man has a right to do whatever he wants on his own land. Right now i can climb down from the garden and stand on Tika's roof.
What to do, ke garne chaina.
The response to coming here was somewhat overwhelming, in two photos i saw of myself on a facebook page they do not endear. It may have been the four hour psychedelic drive to the airport. Arabian construction lights around the expansive thing going through Sohar was exhausting.
i could be a good driving instructor. Ok, drive to the largest mall and park in the ribs of American consumerism. If you don't hear from me you pass stage one.
Thunder rumbles above. It's time to listen.
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