NOV 7, 15 .. I BEG YOUR PARDON ..

In October of 1970 .. how can it possibly be forty (45) five years ago .. country music singer Lynn Anderson .. who passed away last July .. released an international hit song that rings in my mind as I write these words :

I beg your pardon .. I never promised you a rose garden ..

Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime ..

Thank you Google and Wikipedia and Metrolyrics ..

My buddy Dr. Shaw put it this way ..

IF YOU WANT THE RAINBOW YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THE RAIN .. Dr. Shaw 

Last September a group here in Choir Mongolia located three hours South of Ulaanbaatar asked me to visit them and speak ..

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The drive South from Ulaanbaatar to Choir Mongolia is a good three hour drive.

So I traveled to Choir September 26th and spoke for three hours. They asked me to return the next weekend. I was not able to do so. We agreed I would return on November the 7th 2015 and I told them that Patti would be joining me.

Focus on this: From September 26th until November 7th this group of people have had me on-their-calendar. I am not a rock star but the people here are making me feel like one and every one of my associates here in Mongolia has been looking forward to meeting Patti.

Focus on this: There is no way that I am going to let them down. Some will be traveling close to 50 miles one way to see Patti and myself.

Patti and  Gullible ..

Along with myself and Changer driving left on time at 8am and motored South from Ulaanbaatar.
As we walked out the door of our apartment I said to Patti .. “Be sure you have a roll of toilet paper.”

The below photos show some of the countryside on the way to Choir Mongolia.
What are you doing our here Kanbaatar .. /signed/ .. ONE FRIENDLY COW. What can I say .. You’ll find out ..

And now for some .. Taa-Daa ..

Well I should add to DRAMA the following adjective ..

DISASTER!

ACCIDENTS / MESSES .. DRAMA .. OH GOOD LORD GOD ..

About two hours into the trip .. around 10AM .. Suddenly I did not feel well.  I asked Changer to stop and let me get out of the car and go into the field.

I suddenly and I instantly had a diarrhea attack.

Just .. Like .. That .. Oh Lord God ..

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you .. it will be enough.  Meister Eckhart ..

Thank Goodness .. I was standing up .. Out in the field .. and NOT sitting in the car ..

What to do?  I went back to the car and got the roll of toilet paper. Changer .. Gentleman that he is .. pulled the car up the road perhaps 50 feet to spare Patti and Gullible and himself from the view out in the field ..

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you .. it will be enough.  Meister Eckhart ..

Thank God I had a roll of toilet paper.

Of course hot soapy water in a warm and a clean spotless bathroom with a wash cloth and a towel with clean dry clothes would have worked very VERY nicely too. It would also have been nice of have a bath mat as well to step upon.

I had to strip from my waist all the way down to my tippy-toes to my bare skin. It was 17F and here I was 100 or so feet from the main highway .. me and some animals .. rocks and pebbles and prickly burrs .. some assorted sordid trash from others who seem to have had this same issue. I kept almost tipping over because of balance issues. I had to do this one leg at a time because I sure could NOT sit down and all the while I was trying to balance myself with the burrs and pebbles on the ground hurting my feet.

Shoes .. off .. Two pair of socks .. off .. Two pair of running trousers .. one pair at a time .. off .. Long underwear .. off .. finally my last layer .. the really bad layer .. off ..

There I was .. Captain Kanbaater .. BAN ( Bare A – – Naked) from the waist down .. me and the animals and traffic whizzing merrily past 100 or so feet away .. out on the edge of the Mongolian Gobi Desert .. God and myself ..

Wipe myself off with the dry toilet paper. Set the worst of the mess aside. Long underwear back on .. you get the idea ..

And off we went.

“Changer .. I need to stop again Changer.” .. “All I need is a post or a pole of some sort.” .. “There is a pole.”.. Out of the car and back again into the car.

What’s that ‘Zilla? A toilet? Lord God ‘Zilla. Go back and look at the above landscape. Do YOU see a toilet! Well ‘Zilla .. If you study the above photos the whole place can be viewed as a toilet opportunity. Changer himself uttered these very words!  

We got to the venue. People waiting .. we were late because of me. Here the people came to greet Patti and myself and Changer.

“I need a toilet. Is there a toilet here some place. NOT a squatter!”

The host lady took me to her place. Oh My Goodness. A sitter with warm water and some soap.

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you .. it will be enough. Meister Eckhart.

Thank You Lord God Of Abraham for this host lady and her facility.

Ahead of me lay five (5) some hours of presenting what I present.

Oh For Buddha’s Sake Kanbaatar 

The Great Khaan ..I thought you were a Road Warrior Kanbaatar .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..
Get a Grip Kanbaatar .. THE GREAT KHAAN …What Kanbaatar are a few stomach cramps .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..ONward Kanbaatar .. There are victories ahead to be won Kanbaatar .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..Lord Buddha Kanbaatar .. Look at you Kanbaatar .. Contemplate this wisdom Kanbaatar .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..

Patti bless her .. Patti kept me .. More or less .. On my feet .. and Patti felt that the day went well ..

Oh Good Grief .. are you back Oh Great Khaan ..
Kanbaatar check out the below wisdom .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..

Well Patti sure fits the bill here Great Khaan.

Well! That is That .. All is well that seems to have gone well. I slept most of the way back to Ulaanbaatar. Patti said that I was snoring as I sprawled across her lap.

Over and out .. Patti and Cap ..Behind me to the left is .. THE GREAT KHAAN ..
See I am still smiling! Kanbaatar you look .. a tad pale .. are you sure that you are really O.K.

Why did I put up this post?

ATTITUDE .. so much of life is our ATTITIUDE .. I could have headed home to Ulaanbaatar and said .. “I am sick and I feel bad. My stomach hurts and the cramps are bad. We simply canNOT continue on to Choir.”

Many .. maybe most .. people would have turned back. That thought never entered my mind. I could not let-down the people who were so looking forward to seeing us. Deep inside I knew I could gut this thing out and with a good ATTITUDE it all worked out ..

ATTA BOY KANBAATAR 

Mount your horse Kanbaatar and ride with us Kanbaatar .. /signed/ THE GREAT KHAAN ..

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