Cows

Where are all of the cows in the streets going? They all seem like they have a goal. Maybe this is a stretch, but it seemed a good closure to Amy and my conversation in the German Bakery this morning, a conversation about the future, grad school, Ladakh, travel, jobs, etc. Talking with someone coming recently from academia is encouraging for someone considering grad school, but who has been out for a little while. It seems daunting to think about getting back into it, but exciting in the same breath. But this is a speck on the horizon right now, for later today we will roll into Secmol with a working keyboard (the adapter has been fixed), a guitar, a handful of mouth harps and pennywhistles, and a broken accordion. We must discuss with Norgay (science teacher) what kind of project we can complete in our time there to benefit the campus and learn something new. Last spring our group built the solar water heater for the kitchen, and this time there is talk of fixing up solar showers for the washroom, though we'll definitely be active in the gardens and all other aspects of the beautiful Phey campus. I feel good. Up till now I've only had the mental capacity to recap the general events of the past month, and its been so frustrating, but last night I slept through the night (almost) and the old stomach feels a little closer to normal.