Follow the angles. That's the way out of here. Of course the angles are the pure devotees in our guru varga. Today the regular garland maker couldn't do the service so two others began to replace but it became four before the service was complete. When the choosen two finished, the sorccer's apprentace told them to hang the garlands on some hooks. One came untied and had to be redone. Finished right? Ha! That night the flowers settled and made them smaller than they first seemed. So the garlands had to be rearanged. Then while the sorccer's apprentace brought them in he broke another. So he had to make one to replace it. What was left of the original became a flute garland. Soon the apprentace finished and put things away. Mission accomplished right? No. That garland was so short that it had to be augmented. So i went out to the compost heap where i perchanced to find a field of daffoldills. i had our dog keep watch so i could pick some without the neighbhor dogs interfering. After all that the service was now complete.

Pedaling today was a prelude to tomorrow. A fresh wind blew against the asrama today. So chilly it was that i decided not to venture out but to stay in and pedal no where fast. Still i thought free, as the magnificent flying creatures overhead. This time i was viewing the Paris-Nice pedaling in my mind.. And the only one not pluged into the peleton was i who just wanted to pedalaway, but if the weather forcastsare true it'll be tomorrow before there's thin ice to cover the new day.
This evening the sorccer's apprentace has gone home so i quietly slipped the Deities into their i saw Vraja kissing Santa Clause.