fruit is good

Before Hanukkah left I asked him to turn on the solar.  By six in the evening it is dark.  I don’t know what he said but an hour later there’s no electricity and there’s no internet connection.  I read the first chapter of Moby Dick this afternoon but I can’t read squat now.  Oh complain not and take advantage of the silence on the eve of your trip.  Yes, let’s ponder for a moment.  Nepal has a new constitution, good for them, people are generally happy and relieved.  But one of the new laws has changed my faded and passive entertaining that there would be someone I’d meet and marry.  The law states that if a Nepalese woman marries a foreigner any children they might have will not become Nepalese citizens.  Ouch.  Only if the man becomes a citizen can the children become Nepalese.  So, whaddya think? 

I think it’s a sign.

I’m going along with this lights out thing, Hanukkah seems to know something and Youniss here for the overnight shift, and nowhere in sight, is no help.  To boot all the lights save for emergency ones are off. 

Inspiration in the silent mode.  Answers don’t normally come to us through visions or by words from our unconscious (for the majority I presume) they come from everything outside us and we have to interpret the response.  If the response is ages in coming, that’s the riff isn’t it, the unanswered prayer considered not serious enough, or it's coming from an unbeliever, a response was made but missed, an impossible question I guess has the highest volume that will never be answered.  A silent response is an answer.  It’s no or wait.  And if you want to wait until your last breath, whatever dude, it wasn’t meant to be.

And only then, when I am dead, will I understand.

I think Hanukkah said ‘the solar will come on about eight’. I like light. 

9.22.15

All my bags are packed I’m ready to go, there is no taxi outside the door, I don’t want to miss my flight today, oh babe what can I do.  It’s almost nine and there isn’t a lick of electricity in the building.  I have to charge my mobile and I have to print out my insurance card, not that I’m expecting to use it on this trip.  I know, there’s time, why wait until the last minute, to give myself something to do until it’s time to leave, five hours from now.  I got my Gilead, journal and no internet yet, I need to shower, packing is mostly done, the last items to go wait, there’s plenty of room for chocolate and what else. 

Fezel brought his five year old son and he sure enjoys his bag of fruit.  I suggested he share the pomegranate, orange, peach and three ping pong ball lemons with his siblings, an hour later he ate the orange and finally we broke open the anar and it was good.  Simon dropped by and said in a month’s time the real good fruit will be available.  I can’t imagine this fruit gets better. 

So, two hours to go before  I head to the airport, all things packed, a shower is imminent, Letterman and Seinfeld have a nice conversation, I can’t imagine staying here for two weeks with nothing to do but this, write random thoughts waiting for another day to end.  Sigh.