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imwastedOooh, there’s that nasty word again!

The party is over, the singing and dancing done. The botequim bill is paid. I’m wasted.

Even the dishes have been done!

Oh, don’t get the idea that I am becoming domesticated, I didn’t do them. It was the laundry lady… ūüôā

Revellers came and went, then more came and eventualluy I went.

Yes, I went to bed at 9pm after another marathon BBQ.

Emmylee & Ellen

Emmylee & Ellen – selfie

I didn’t get to take any photos. Less than five minutes after her arrival Emmylee had control of the camera. I checked the SD card this morning, selfies galore.

The girls are growing up. Ems is nearly eight and Ellen nearly fifteen on the 17th & 7th of next month.

I haven’t seen the girls for a few months as my financial situation hasn’t been that great. When Ems got out of the car she ran along the path and flew into my arms, the hug was awesome… close to being in heaven. It was once she unglued herself that the next question was “Where’s the camera?”

As I predicted yesterday, the ex was late. Just as well, as it gave me time to do all that was necessary.

I had a mishap, messing with things in the fridge, I let the jar of homemade chimichurri fall. I had a light green sludge and glass all ove the floor. The sludge was light green, but the air was blue, very very blue. So blue that even my neighbours called out to see ouf all was okay.

Eddie & ex, the dancing done

Eddie & ex, the dancing done

Dad and his girl

Dad and his girl

The workers take a break, artfully photographed by Emmylee. The tilt is the camera, and no measure of the beer

The workers take a break, artfully photographed by Emmylee. The tilt is the camera, and no measure of the beer

Even the leaves take selfies

Even the leaves take selfies

Awesome birthday. Thank you to all who commented and wished me a happy one.

I got 24 comments on one post, I think that is another record.

Today is R & R, rest and recuperation relaxation. I’m back on sprkling mineral water.

My posting is all but done for the day. Once completed it will be Nap-fu practice. A well deserved Nap-fu, as I didn’t practice yesterday. Need to hone my skills.

Birthdays are over for the year, Xmas is nigh, but I don’t make such a big deal at Xmas. There will be¬† BBQ, but not two in a row.

Major news this week was the refusal by China to open elections in Hong Kong. I have great fears that this could well lead to another Tiananmen, or worse.

Russia is calling for dialogue on Ukraine. What a two-faced bastard! The EU is calling for more sanctions. Bugger all this, just shut the doors completely and freeze them out of the global market. Stop pussy-footing around.

Chile has its first gay sailor… Wow! Meanwhile¬† the first openly gay player drafted into the National Football League, fails to make the final roster for the St Louis Rams. Makes me wonder if this smacks of homophobia.

Ther’s a heap of shit going on in the world at the moment, if all this energy was spent putting the planet in environmental order, maybe the human race would survive.

We are a myopic race.

I shall blog along, and retire…

Later.

 

 

 

Crash! Bang!

I rush to the kitchen to find¬† the tortoiseshell cat from next door has half my lunch on the floor. A whole flounder fillet. I’ts a good thing the floor was clean after yesterday’s defrost.

Homemade chimichurri

Homemade chimichurri

I was not amused.

Yesterday’s fridge defrost took 13 hours, then the fridge decided it didn’t want to fridge. The freezer was fine. It was this morning I discovered that the thermostat dial didn’t like full on.

My chimichurri is shimmying.

Made it this morning. It’s quite easy. Lots of parsley, a dried (home grown) cayenne pepper, some white wine vinegar (should be red, but I didn’t have any), oregano, garlic, freshly ground black pepper, some rock salt and olive oil. Into the blender and away we go!

I use cayenne pepper instead of capsicum because I like a bit of a bite to it.

Put it in a jar, take an arty-farty photo and put it in the fridge until Friday.

Tick off one more item of preps before BBQ day.

Yesterday marked 23 years since I left home for Europe, got as far as a Rio de Janeiro stopover and never got to Europe.

No regrets that I missed Europe, after South America, it would have been boring.

I have travelled all over except Colombia and Venezuela. If you want to read some of my adventures, put “Sunday Travel Tales” in the search box at the top of the page.

Today marks the 39th birthday of my eldest daughter, a reminder that I’m not getting any younger.

UZI

A Uzi is not an age-appropriet fireaem for a child

Tragedy on a shooting range, a nine-year-old girl shoots her instructor with a Uzi SMG. This is crazy. The instructor was insane to let a girl, or boy for that matter, of that age use an SMG. As a firearms safety and range instructor for two decades range I have no problem with teaching kids to shoot, but with age-appropriate firearms, and some sessions of pre-range instruction before hand before ever putting live rounds in a gun.

A nine-year-old should be teethed on an airgun, a compressed air rifle, then progress to .22 rimfire. This is the way we did it with cadets, although they were trained on .22s they were also 13+ years old. Once they had proved proficient, they then progress to .303s then in later years 7.62s. The idea of putting an SMG of any type in the hands of such a young person is a recipe for disaster.

I read a poem yesterday. I thought I had saved the link, but not. It was about fire. It made me wonder about the human race. Why do we need to kill and use fire as a sacrifice? Even the Catholic church still uses burning incense today. Are we really civilised? Is it because fire is the most visiblely frightening of the four elements?

Change in temps today. Started off at 5:30am with a lovely sunny beginning, then after Nap-fu practice, I woke to clouds, a dark room and a fine mist.

It’s noon.

I might actually have lunch at lunchtime today. Poached flounder fillets on whole rice and a white parsley sauce. *Looks at wine rack*

Make that a white wine parsley sauce… then horror of horrors, I’ll have to drink the rest of the bottle. Shame.

A lunching I will go.

Later.

 

 

Evicting Polar Bears

polar-bear-global-warming-1This morning I opened my fridge and the polar bears were dancing with glee chanting there’s no global warming here!

How wrong they were. There was so much ice around the thermostat that the fridge has stopped being a fridge.

Now, I am in the middle of a major defrost. The fridge ice is melting faster than Greenland’s glaciers.

The kitchen floor floods when I do this, so I have to be on hand evry ten minutes with a squeegee to send the flood out to the yard.

Thank you to all those who wished a me pre-Birthday wishes, much appreciated.

b29e6e0708f50c5c65e8576f70aeea52Remember yesterday, I feared that something worthy of a Monday could happen? It did! At the supermarket checkout, all my buyings packed and ready to go… and I discovered my bank card wasn’t in my wallet. Luckily the big white chief was within shouting distance and came to the rescue. He let me go with the shopping and to pay later. The frete (delivery) driver said he’d never seen that before. I have had several conversations with him over the couple of years since the supermarket opened, so was on quite good terms. The truth of the matter was, I had no idea where my card was… I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t lost it, which would have meant a delay in paying. Luckily, when I got home, it was with the receipt from the botequim, where I paid last Thursday. Pheeeew!

So, yes, shit happens on Mondays.

Pickjled beetroot, yummy with beef and beer

Pickled beetroot, yummy with beef and beer

I’ve started readying things for BBQs at the end of the week. Last night boiled up some beetroot and it’s now in jars pickling in the fridge alongside the pickled onions.

I have to make some sauerkraut today and some chimichurri, which is a sort of Argentinian pesta with garlic. Garlic butter is also on the agenda. I love garlic bread with a BBQ.

I read a post yesterday that mentioned lomo saltado, which is a Bolivian/Peruvian alpaca steak dish. The name has always amused me. Lomo saltado, translated literally means “jumped alpaca steak”. What is that? An alpaca that has been jumped. I’d rather not know about the sex life of my meal.

Talk about US intelligence. How effective is their intelligence gathering? They have admitted that they didn’t know about the attack on the islamists at Libya’s airport by unknown aircraft, it “took them by surprise.” So much for their great intelligence network.

Russia is claiming that their latest military incursion into Ukraine was a mistake by troops that got lost. Pull the other leg, it’s got bells on it!

Some years back – five/six or so, on blogs long gone, I dared to suggest that the US was on the path to becoming a Spanish speaking third world country. Boy did I get rubbished for that. So much so, that one of my blog followers whom I knew well unfollowed having taken umbrage at the mere thought. I was later vidicated by the publishing of a book touting the same idea by a prominent American political writer.

Today I read that for the first time US schools will have a non-white majority this coming school year. 51%, but it’s the tip of the iceberg.

Sorry, Jim, how wrong was I?

Warm and sunny, hotter than nyesterday, expected high, 35¬ļC.

Nothing planned until 6pm when I have class.

I have another post teetering on a new record… Yay! Can it tip the scales?

Still posts to do, so I’ll blog along.

Later.

 

 

 

 

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