at some point

Clouds.  They cross the morning sun for the first time in three weeks. 

Students have to take notes in the listening component and everything has to be right to understand a lecture;  the lighting, the sound, room comfort, seat comfort, the sharpness of your pencil, the space between the lines of your paper and most importantly, the air between your ears must be clean of any cobwebs, dustbowls, distractions and sleep waves that want to take you back to a safer place. 

I thought I was going to walk this morning but didn’t and wound up on the roof, missing the sunrise.  On the front grass three sleep.  Mornings are very comfortable and if I had a right mind I’d go look for a square fan and stick in the east window and pull in that good sleeping air. 

I tell the toefl students I’ve read Kandahar is famous for fruits of abundance and I can’t find a decent banana in Ayno Meena, a wealthy idea with no apricots.  The season for pomegranates is a month away. 

Another day of no city power.  I’m sure the city has solar powered tv stations and a newspaper and anyone who wants to know knows.  I am simply detached. 

Though this morning I wish I was in sync with men who share a light meal in the morning.  and it’s seven thirty in the evening and Rezek comes in with a plate of cooked potatoes and two snowshoe racket size pieces of bread, good grief.  Am I in sync with someone else’s stomach, I’m not.  Manana manana

And I forgot cold water tasted so good.

And the generator is off and darkness brings the crickets with contented chirping

At some point.  The power returns this time with Solar.

At some point I will be given the opportunity or at some point I will make the opportunity.  At some point another points begins.  And when does that nonsense stop, when the point is taken.  Point taken, where to now?

The sunrise here is 5 thirty eight in the morning.  I’d like to see one now, maybe the moon will still be lingering around for no good reason.

Youtube has produced at no cost I’m aware of this my mix if you scroll down a while and hey, a little Nightnoise, The Who, Bach,  Metallica and ‘I am the Walrus’ in a row.  Is it a sign of age or growing up in Detroit that I am ok with ‘won’t get fooled again’ once a week.

I have lost count how many times the power has gone off and on and it’s not even nine. 

8.26.15

7:55pm--The 5.46 sunrise was unspectacular.  It probably doesn’t help that buildings next to the big house interfere with the horizon…  In any case, the skies were clear, the temps a tad warmer than the day before but still pleasant.  South of the building a small home on a vacant enclosed plot about 70 yards long and 25 yards wide has chickens, ducks, and two warbling turkeys.  I should buy a turkey from the man for Thanksgiving.  And there’s no oven to cook a turkey?  Chop it up and turn it into a stew?  That’s not good at all.

11.08pm

An evening at the Arena Sportsclub with eight men, we eat succulent Bambi Lamb kebabs and drink cokes then tea and cigarettes in the courtyard under the stars.  One man tells me he was an interpreter for the ASF and hopes to study in the US and he asks if I am bored because I don’t engage in a language I don’t know.  Not at all.  If you have any questions you can ask us.  I have to think for a minute…

“I read on the internet that Kandahar is famous for its variety of fruits and yet here in Ayno Meena there are no fruits.  Some call this neighborhood Beverly Hills but there are no bananas in the markets.”

You see, he says, fresh fruit is too expensive so one buys.  And none of the people who live in these hotel-homes have money? 

There is money here but it’s not going towards stocking at least one market with fresh fruit and vegetables.  A lot of talking ensues and the man who asked the question doesn’t have a satisfactory answer much to the humor of two or three.

What do I think about when I know not a word?  There’s always something to consider and that’s enough.  What is a little different from sitting amongst the Nepalese is that these men are a lot more animated in their gatherings and I would like to know because it’s been at least ten years when I worked and lived with men who used to laugh like these men.  I miss that.