I got the same feeling on everything being in balance negotiating the streets of Kathmandu. It's a dance. See, you share the streets with rickshaws and motor-bikes and -cycles and bicycles and cars and trucks and these weird generator trike haulers and cows and dogs sleeping and ambling randomly and pedestrians and beggars and merchants and the trash left from the trash strike and dirty water tossed from the floors above. The streets are barely wide enough for one lane of regular traffic, much less all that traffic going two ways and the left-hand drivers, and so you're constantly ON and pivoting and dodging and weaving. You've got to be acutely aware of the space you inhabit, how you move and what's coming at you next, visually, aurally, physically. With a nod and a namaste or a no and a dodge, or a twist of the hip to avoid getting nicked by that side mirror approaching rapidly.
And the whole time, there's eye contact and a balancing hand and the quick silent negotiation of
you go this way and I'll go that GO NOW
I loved going out into the streets and joining that dance.
And now I'm going to go to Home Despot and buy some dirt and plants and door mats.
Possibly of interest: Someone I know is doing the Mongol Rally, a crazy drive from London to Mongolia. Her team is blogging here: [link]
In other random news, What Not To Wear has a woman who dabbles in Gothic Lolita, and they are slamming it. Ugh.
Seriously, weather gods are on The List. Only 40F when I got up this morning.
My whole summer was like that. Or rather, there was June and July but no summer.
I love that feeling sarameg. But is rare
Yeah, we had beautiful springlike weather in the 80s here in July, rather than the usual sauna climate for the whole summer. And even August hasn't been as brutal as usual, we'd been cracking 105° the past few years and I don't think it's gotten past 94° since early-July.
It's finally getting warm enough up here that we can take the kids swimming. Tomorrow is supposed to be hot and steamy (94) so I want to go to the beach.
Its actually hot here for once.
ION, someone at Trader Joe's has clearly been lurking here since they had frozen cherry clafoutis and a big display of prosecco and peach nectar. (I skipped the peach since I have a lot of frozen mangoes, but succumbed to the other two.)
