Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not bathing because it’s Saturday, I do bath on other days too.
Actually, I shower.
But the last two days being ball-freezing cold, I have neglected my bodily needs.
Clorinha doesn’t seem to mind.
Being purred to sleep each night is wonderful. She’s up/down onto the bed as soon as I am. The up/down depends whether she leaps from the floor or the window.
A solid boomp in the face, she snuggles under my chin, pushes her nose into my armpit, not a place where I’d put my nose voluntarily, and purrs me to sleep.
Now the brass monkey above, is not the same brass monkey that I used in my reference to ‘cold’. Although, it is often mistakenly so.
The saying comes from an old naval term; a brass square used to hold cannonballs on a ships decks.
Once the weather got cold enough, the brass plate would shrink and dislodge the cannonballs.
See, nothing to do with testicles at all.
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This is also a Brass Monkey…
Dark rum, vodka and 4x the amount of fresh orange juice.
I fully suspect that this might knock one’s testicles off; or at least severely batter them about a bit.
The world is just full of brass monkeys.
The Sun is out, still cool, but after 48 hours the rain has stopped.
Today is Brazil vs Holland to see who is the third place getter in this infernal World Cup.
Both countries, Argentina and Germany believe they have the advantage for tomorrow’s final.
One has a pope, the other has an ex-pope.
Really, it’s out of FIFA’s hands right now.
Loftier decisions are being made.
Read an interesting irritating article yesterday. British parents have been prosecuted for taking their kids on holiday to Australia for three weeks during term time.
The law, once again, proves to be an ass. It also shows how woefully inadequate and screwed up our education systems are.
Those kids would have learned more in three weeks travelling than they would have learned in the same period in school. I say that with some authority, having declared that since I have been travelling throughout South America, my education has been completed; actually, it is an ongoing process.
Well, the sunny day was short-lived, it’s raining again. I wonder if Clorinha has the sense to come in out of the rain today?
Speaking of cats, I am going for a trip down memory lane.
Yesterday I found two photos long forgottten archived of Ellen Suelen, my step daughter, when she was seven.
The subject was the birth of Hello Kitty’s first litter of kittens. The place, on the mat under my bed. Five tiny damp furry balls were produced witnessed by Ellen, who took an immense interest in the proceedings.
Ellen dutifully informed us of every bloody detail, much like a football commentator, lurid in every aspect.
“I’m not having kids!”
“Why?” I asked innocently. Unaware that I was about to wear the brunt of a seven-year-old’s logic.
“Too messy!”
With that little anecdote, today’s postings come to a close.
My dishes sneered at me again while making coffee, so I will nap to get over that, much cheaper than therapy.
Oh, lunch, weinerschnitzel and bruschetta.
I had planned on a bacon & egg breakfast, but as it’s 11:40, it doesn’t seem right any more.
Clorinha is safely out of the rain and asleep on the sofa.
Later.
Let’s hope the new Pope wins! Or did you Brazilianized to much for that? Cheers,
Micky
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>Lords, I hope so too, if merely to punish the Germans for what they did to Brazil last Tuesday 🙂
AV
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As a Dutchman I am always against the Germans. Good luck for the match now!
Cheers,
Micky
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>Micky, I didn’t know that, Thanks, and I return the luck to you… OMG, I’m off, kick off!
AV
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Yes, birth is a bit of a bloody mess but worth it!
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>Lottie, yes, I have seen enough, and I delivered my son in the backseat of the car, and nearly had to do the same for Ellen’s half-sister just eight years ago in the back of the Kombi, but we got to the hospital in time, Emmylee arrived in the reception, couldn’t wait for the emergency room just a few strides away. 🙂
Worth it, hell yes!
AV
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Brass monkey is also a song by the Beasty Boys: http://youtu.be/GhQx7uQZ254
Really? Parents can’t take kids on vacation? We have many homeschooled kids here. There was another set of P’s that took kids sailing and needed coast guard rescue and are being called reckless. They had many precautions, experience and just had bum luck. Said they would pay for rescue. Gesh. I think they are the best P’s. Teaching their kids to admit mistakes and take responsibly.
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>MWPG, I have never consciously listened t the Beastie Boys, and having seen that clip, I understand why. But, yes, it appers to be a reference to the drink, gleaned after looking up the lyrics; it was just too painful to listen to that caterwauling. However, thanks for the info.
Not knowing the story to which you refer, I would agree with you.
AV
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Ha. Yes. It does take a demented mind like my own to enjoy the Beasties, it just immediately came to mind when I read brass monkey…. That funky monkey … Sorry!
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Good title for today’s post, thanks
AV
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Well I learn sth new every day. The origin of a brass monkey. I think your blog should be part of the curriculum AV. And yes, travel should be encouraged not punished.
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>Andrew, you are not alone in your misbelief of the origin of a brass monkey. The site that I got the image from was in Portuguese and it also made reference to the testicle idea, I wrote a reply and then discovered the bullshit I had to go through in order to comment, and clicked the little red X. I often do that, if the leaving of a comment causes pain, I get out of there, can’t be bothered, some people like making life complicated.
AV
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Strange observation that both birth and death can be messy.
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>Alex, yes, we start in a mess, and often go in one… 🙂
AV
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