We went down to Loi Bazaar to fill our shopping list
Standing in line with the seamstress devi
we decided to order the Deities an outfit in the Monday color
cream and red when we got to the front of the line
to talk to the tailor he said one thing to us and that was this
you don’t always want what you get but just wait and see you’ll like what you see.
He turned out to be right we didn’t really want what we got
But when the curtain opened on Janmastami night we liked what we saw.
Today the sumanas flower leis mixed with a handful of rose petals came out of the box and they stayed there.
Being as it’s a holiday the gecko met me right at the end of the asrama driveway we started at an easy spin bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as we passed right at the main road. The florist was in. Several pedalers were out celebrating the day of the Unknown Soldier. Up to the whaler where the beasts had pushed us then making a left at the light and down the pedaler’s ramp over the bridge to the tennis park and between the lakes. Some had stopped at one of the watering holes but we kept on to the big road and took another left. The toad joined us again today. All along the road kids with lemonade stands kept us in view but we had our bottles and didn’t stop to refill. The harbor was almost empty on this sunny afternoon. The natasala is closed today too. Saint Dagwood’s park is full of revelers with flags and festoons. Right another bridge and past the courthouse. On the left one of the folks had a restaurant some time back but a fire changed all that. The cruiser king makes us a foursome today. The toad takes the lead through the triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot has people in the lot and inside. The warm afternoon seems to make them want to sample their wares. Rounding the bend and taking a left at the go light the King takes the lead. The windmill is closed for the monuments. The opal cliff is almost empty except for a team of tandems. An epedaler tries to show us how he’s faster than we are. By the next go light he’s not talking. The wharf road takes winding and us to the long. Even though it’s a holiday I take my leave and go up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to offer respect. The vaikalika is waiting. Coming up the drive I see a long snake but it’s not seeing me.
Tonight is baby blue one where Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu match but since the blue would get lost in Giridhari’s skin he has all white. Even though Giridhari’s in all white call this baby blue. And we did. They dance the night away with the topmost joy.