august 6
There’s our gang and then there’s them
And we can’t deny that they’re the first class men
The puckawallas, as the are called in some circles.
Cleaned and pressed there’s no doubt we must improve our dress
No time to play it’s Nrsimha’s appearance day and there are things we need to mind
for want of the a twenty-five cent cup o’ Joseph we wouldn’t throw our meditation away
Sumanas leis today and there ain’t no excuses just what excuses can you say?
All the way to the blue whale today. Some folks saw me meet the gecko and then take a right. Then “they disappeared and we never saw them again. We pedal on by Seymour’s museum and the blue whale. The suffers have already lit their bon fires as we speed between the lakes. The gecko takes his leave and I head for the wharf road and the long and winding. The main road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes me back for the blowing of the sandhya’s horn.
Bhakta Blade is moving kind of slow and the Deities are patently waiting to take their rest and get on with their pastimes. “How did you manage that?” I asked as the decorations from Gandharvika’s hair begin to land on the floor. “It takes lots practice and extreme ability he answers. By now they’ve jumped into their beds