Archive for August 22, 2014


Attention!

attachment-0012Now that I have your attention, I am back; as promised in the early hours.

I have absolutely no idea what I am about to write about, but that didn’t stop Obama from being president.

noideadoingSo let’s just trundle along and see what happens.

Whatever does happen will happen in the generous hour that I have allotted myself today instead of scrimping at the end of the day.

Coffee this morning was at 5am, so the day started early. I have, however, recovered with a lengthy Nap-fu practice; and more coffee.

We have new carpet. Yes, the nice men from the council put new asphalt on our part of the road this morning. Now the fact that it is election year and that we have been asking for this for four years wouldn’t have anything to do with it, would it? Nah, they wouldn’t be so low…

I have a new record. My post Cold Feet has crept up to 20 Likes. *Dances around the room*

I sat down before I fell down.

I was amused to read a headline in the wee small hours, “IS is the biggest threat to America” I felt that they left something out, a word… Should it not have been finished by adding “…American oil” Maybe that’s just my jaded thinking.

The Russian convoy has invaded Ukraine… Is the shit about to hit the fan?

The day is warm, it appears that spring has sprung. The temps creeping up to the high 20s again and the nights not so cool. Last night I even tossed the blanket off.

I have one class tonight at 5:30, then it’s weekend. Once again I have nothing planned for the weekend I expect it to be very relaxed apart from posting on my blogs. Beer will certainly play a part/s as will football, and if one of the neighbours has a BBQ, then so be it; who am I to complain.

Having said that, my student just cancelled, so the weekend has started, and it seems to be beer o’clock…

Later.

 

MidnightWith the beginning of the political campaign for the Brazilian presidential and governorial elections in October, I am really screwed up.

Well, more than normal.

Free Bullshit

Free Bullshit

Nightly on TV we are subjected to an hour of obligatory electoral brainwashing propaganda. Right in the middle of the evening, 8:15 – 9:15, you can’t escape it, it’s on all channels.

As I mentioned yesterday, I switch the TV off.

Which means by the time I have done my nightly rounds, emails, comment replies, a last glance through the news that I am ready for bed an hour earlier.

All this means that I am up for my early morning pee before midnight!

Howling with the bats at the moon

Howling with the bats at the moon

I feel as though I should be out in the yard howling at the moon.

We have the bats in the praça.

Instead, I had the last of my Camembert and began writing.

camembertOh, wonderful Camembert.

All of this leaves me totally disorientated as I sit here bleary-eyed yearning for more sleep, but knowing full well, that any attempt to return to the land of slumber will be fraught with disappointment.

The clock has ticked on, the midnight hour passed. It is now Friday.

Now that I have taken my spleen for a walk, I shall return to the pit from whence I came.

I urge all Brazilians to turn off your TVs, show the damned politicians that we don’t want their political bullshit.

politicalpromisesLater, I promse.

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