replacing St. Bridget

I am off line and on line and here we go the last day of the week with three classes of exams to grade and record and ya da ya do, field students who wish to view their exams,  that is if they walk in which means I need to take the eleven clock, shit, what shape can I get myself into in forty minutes?  Do I have to shower?  I ate breakfast, go in an hour earlier hoping it’s quiet or just grade here you dumb ass and go in as usual at 12:10.  That’s two hours from now so do what you have to do and start grading.  Listening to Bread is leading me down the safe road to Milk toast avenue.  Shanti.

7:21pm—I walked to the Finest Supermarket and there was Danish cheese, that is good, and cheerios and a few other things and walked back.  About 45 minutes in all and what pray is there anything to say about what you saw?  Nothing you wouldn’t see anywhere in a capital city with too many cars and plenty of what you need. 

What could keep me here, the freedom to walk any damn place I want, or take a taxi and not see people with guns. 

ha ha welcome back to America soon.

I don’t know if it is true or a myth I envision something Dad said; we were in Hart Plaza and looking across the river he says, ‘they have no guns over there.’

I didn’t bring back much work but there’ll be something to prep for one class on Saturday afternoon, it’s a bit of a drag I told someone, it cuts into a part of the day that was enjoyed for  five weeks I think, yes.  In any case, here we are and the big house echoes.

Sad visions, how do you deal with those that bother the crap out of you, a simple quick innocent moment of a woman in a minibus pulling away, her arm is playfully hugging and petting the chef’s large back.  And that’s it.  A moment I have not seen in this country.

Depression caused by sensory deprivation. 

I knew I’d be getting some work shuffled my way, when one of the teacher’s leave for their holiday I am finishing up two weeks of their toefl class.  Speaking.  Right.  Test taking.  Right.  How many students, I didn’t ask.

And a trio of bright students who occupied the front row in the four pm class came to see their results and their tests and there was as expected challenges and unhappiness and happiness and further compromising because Ramadan was going to begin in two weeks or less, and that was enough to catch the next bus outta here.

All the women who have been my students have been off limits on all grounds and it has been an easy time of it of course, sometimes there are those, nothing recently do I speak, but sometimes ya have to wonder if only.

I have lived in countries that prohibit any kind of relationship with a muslim woman and I know you suck you moron, why choose such places?  Well, we’re heading to Europe, a real change of everything.  Will I be alright in such a place as Leuven?  They are a quiet and resourceful people in the same like manner as the Afghans.   It will be a change that will make you something better or you’ll be scurrying back to a gulf country, mangy gold rat.  No reason to be calling anyone names rat man’s ugly guardian angel.

If that really is who you think you are, what do I think, why would I be allowed to know?  It’s all been created in the mind.  Created and copy written by God Om and Allah with the help of a few things to get me there.  That place we synchronized in and outside of our minds.  You wanna go back there? ha ha, well, not here I guess but escape would be nice right about now.

A nice bowl of Heinz meat and potato stew and a grilled cheese sandwich with a glass of French table vino. 

How’s the Euro today?  Should I be careful in Ireland and later, of course, live reasonable but if you need a taxi you pay for one. 

I don’t think there’s anything to really do with the HR fellas for another two weeks or so.  A flight outta here, perhaps, should be discussed very soon.  Like, Sunday. 

Sometimes I think about it.  I mistakenly left my St. Bridget's cross in that rancy resort in Dubai.  All my stuff was spread out and that cross was on the top and it must have fallen behind furniture or something but someone found it and I do wonder indeed who has it now?  I wonder if it becomes some Christmas auction of left behind goods.  ok.

Quite odd but really.  That cross I purchased somewhere in Galway in 1999 and was in storage in Pittsburgh for six years and I got it in December and lost it in January.  It’s weird because I am going back there next month and can get a new one.

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