Dayum! sometimes life is just good. Like right bout now. It's Christmas season, kids are all doin good in school, the monsoon is over (mostly), got a trip lined up to the north of India to see the Taj with some friends, got my next job lined up, found a liquor store near my village :p. I looked into safari's cuz I thought it'd be nice to try to see some tigers, but hell, 1st off you can't shoot anything, then you can't eat meat on the whole park, can't drink beer, & it's bout the same price I paid to go to Africa & actually hunt. The prices here for any1 who isn't a resident of India are ridiculous. I went to a museum the other day that was 5 INR for indians & 100 for non Indians. Then I thought about how much it hurts when my cats claw me & I multiplied it by a million & thought maybe I don't need to see a tiger in the wild. Might still do it cuz I'm known to be a little stubborn, but ain't a priority. Saturday I'm going to a temple nearby that's got a 'monkey temple' & some other weird stuff, I'll post some photos. One of the French guys got a TVS (like between a moped & motorcycle) & invited me to lunch/ explore tomorrow. I haven't left the Ashram since I got thrown off the bus 2 weeks ago, but knowing my apprehensions he told me not to worry bout a thing & he's a proper gentleman so I believe him.
The kids are pretty awesome. I realize how great my parents were by dealing with them & butting heads with others on whats the best way to raise em. Memories come flooding into my mind at almost every turn of the day. One of my favorites I hadn't thought of in a long time was an Easter long ago with my mom & brother. It might not have been Easter proper-- the details are blurred with time & a child's selective memory, but for some reason we all sat in the living room of our double wide trailer at the ranch sad and troubled. The mood was lower than low. Jase (brother) & I were without words which doesn't happen often. Out of nowhere my mom busted into the room with cascarones & broke them on our heads-- in the house. (white folk, a cascaron is an empty egg painted & filled with confetti broken on ppl's heads on Easter) At first Jason & I were alarmed at our mothers madness & didn't move. She was not deterred & followed the first perturbed act with another. Our childish stubbornness settled on sulk quickly faded & all three of us danced in a ring of confetti around the living room. We must have gone through 20 dozen eggs.
Another time I had checked out a really good book from the library & wanted to finish it. I was bored by my teachers & classes, so in the morning I told my mom I didn't want to go to school. She asked me if I felt sick & I made it a point not to say yes, but to be deceitful enough to where she thought I was. I stayed on the sofa & read the whole thing. I finished about 1 o'clock & told my mom I could go to school now. She (thinking I was sick before & now felt better) told me not to worry about school & that I could go tomorrow. Satisfied with my angels approval, I sat guiltlessly all afternoon & watched TV as she brought me soup, crackers & whatever I desired.
I'm pretty free with the kids. I feel that the others try to micromanage their every move, but I'm probably too far one way & maybe they're too far the other. I've been playin fiddle here & when I watch the toddlers is a good time to practice. Idk why one of the kids, Aneesh, always calls the damn thing a banjo. I kept correcting him, but seeing as to how he's set on it I've let it be. I don't even know how he knows what a banjo is. I hear the older ones home from school now & should get going. Write again soon.
The kids are pretty awesome. I realize how great my parents were by dealing with them & butting heads with others on whats the best way to raise em. Memories come flooding into my mind at almost every turn of the day. One of my favorites I hadn't thought of in a long time was an Easter long ago with my mom & brother. It might not have been Easter proper-- the details are blurred with time & a child's selective memory, but for some reason we all sat in the living room of our double wide trailer at the ranch sad and troubled. The mood was lower than low. Jase (brother) & I were without words which doesn't happen often. Out of nowhere my mom busted into the room with cascarones & broke them on our heads-- in the house. (white folk, a cascaron is an empty egg painted & filled with confetti broken on ppl's heads on Easter) At first Jason & I were alarmed at our mothers madness & didn't move. She was not deterred & followed the first perturbed act with another. Our childish stubbornness settled on sulk quickly faded & all three of us danced in a ring of confetti around the living room. We must have gone through 20 dozen eggs.
Another time I had checked out a really good book from the library & wanted to finish it. I was bored by my teachers & classes, so in the morning I told my mom I didn't want to go to school. She asked me if I felt sick & I made it a point not to say yes, but to be deceitful enough to where she thought I was. I stayed on the sofa & read the whole thing. I finished about 1 o'clock & told my mom I could go to school now. She (thinking I was sick before & now felt better) told me not to worry about school & that I could go tomorrow. Satisfied with my angels approval, I sat guiltlessly all afternoon & watched TV as she brought me soup, crackers & whatever I desired.
I'm pretty free with the kids. I feel that the others try to micromanage their every move, but I'm probably too far one way & maybe they're too far the other. I've been playin fiddle here & when I watch the toddlers is a good time to practice. Idk why one of the kids, Aneesh, always calls the damn thing a banjo. I kept correcting him, but seeing as to how he's set on it I've let it be. I don't even know how he knows what a banjo is. I hear the older ones home from school now & should get going. Write again soon.
