Another day. Another massage--that's the good part. I think I've offended the cook. He insists that there are no spices in what he fixes me. Unfortunately, my tongue and nose-- not to mention my stomach if something reaches it--say that there are spices. I'll lose weight by default if nothing else. The medicines are no great shakes either, but I am following protocol.
We had a wonderful rocking and rolling storm early this morning. Things were a bit more humid than usual for my walk. It's very humid all the time, but there was a nice breeze for yoga this morning. It's held outside in a nepa-hut topped small pavilion. The instructor is a Master Yogaist or whatever they are called.
We have made friends with some of the neighbors. There is a boy of about 10 who apparently wants to practice his English. Very friendly, and his mother was smiling before she went back into the house so I guess it's okay. Dr. Baji said the neighbors have gotten use to the Retreat being here and do interact with people who stay here.
The other resident her is a psychoanalyst from Austria. Her husband is also a psychoanalyst who works with some of the same kind of degenerates I worked with at the prison=but he doesn"t
If my blog seems a little disjointed, I'm not used to using a laptop. Sorry. At least we do have some contact for which I am grateful.
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