My younger brother has a blog: The walking fool.
My elder brother has a blog: Martin's Luthiery Page
My friend David has a blog: Brigadoon.
What are you doing here?
I just drank a cold cup of coffee. Not my favourite drink. Hot coffee is. It was cold because I forgot about it. This article How to Train the Aging Brain could explain. I read a lot of stuff in the mornings. Too much. I get up very early. Four is early. That started when I was trying to meditate. My mother-in-law gets up early too. Angay means grandma. She makes lots of noise. Chanting. Saying her prayers. Going to the toilet. To get some quiet for my meditation, I had to get up even earlier. Now, I am on holiday so I can meditate later, when the sun is up. Instead of meditating, I waste time on the internet.
What do I check? Much the same things every day:
Has anyone ever got lost in the internet?
Porridge is what I normally have for breakfast. My father does too. The rest of my family here does not. They eat rice and chillies. Quite possibly, ema datshi.
When I sit, I go up where the photo was taken. On the ridge, in the middle of the picture, you can see Buddha. A very large statue of him. It is not finished yet. You can read about it here. It is a nice place to sit. The winter skies are often very clear, and the sun does a good job. Angay's voice is not loud enough to reach up there. Misty usually comes up with me. She has many names. Our son first found her. That was before he was my son. He was Ugyen's son. I married Ugyen. The dog was called Mitzer. That could be a Dzongkha word for dog. If it is, I now know three words in Dzongkha. Languages are not my specialty. The other people that live in our apartment building have other names for the dog, like Mickey. I call her Misty, or Mister, or Mrs Mister. She doesn't seem to worry too much. She snuffles around in the grass while I sit.
That is where I am going now. Maybe we.