Rather severe weather here for the past few days -- starting out cloudy, unbearably hot, followed then by a cannon-shot clap of thunder and an immediate torrent of flooding rain, chickens, cats, dogs, cows, and reindeer washed away on the streets leading to the sea. Bali's version of Christmas weather.
Attended today what seems to have become the annual Christmas Lunch at the home of Wayne and Louis. As always, an impressive collection of pricey foods was laid before the party along with wines, coffee, and whatever else the heart desired. Strawberry cheesecake was served for dessert, as this is not only Christmas Eve but also our mutual friend Destu's birthday, who turned young once again this year.
The current residence of Wayne and Louis is rather far away in Nusa Dua, so I, Nengah, and Nengah's little boy arranged for a GrabCar driver, to the tune of Rupiah 220.000. Happily, one of the guests and his wife offered to take us back home after the party, as they also live nearby in Renon.
And so drove we home in another Christmassy downpour, making for a decidedly less than silent night.
And now? Well now I am listening vaguely to Christmas music on YouTube, sipping some cocoa, wishing I could still drink spiked eggnog, feeling sheepish at the stinging memory of the last time I did so, and remembering better times (or were they merely different times?) lost forever to this old world and this old man but for their enduring, insuperable, imperishable presence.
And so a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.
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