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Another Victim

One of my lst Clorinha photos taken in the praça just the week before her demise

One of my lst Clorinha photos taken in the praça just the week before her demise

As most of you know, I lost my Clorinha, and the neighbours lost their cat in two seperate instances just 15 minutes apart. They were run over in front of the botequim.

I observed at the time, how long before a child meets the same fate?

Now our little stretch of road has been asphalted, before it was patchy with cobblestones and patched potholes. Now it looks lovely.

The problem is that before it was a natural barrier, and traffic was mainly careful, although a few idiots drove through like a bat out of hell.

Now, everyone thinks he is a Formula One driver, a few don’t, but the speed of passing cars has increased creating a danger for the kids crossing without looking as they often run from the beco (alley) beside the botequim straight acoss the road to the praça.

This morning we had our first fatality!

Oh no! It wasn’t a child… this time.

I opened the gate to find…

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A dead football

A football had met its maker. It was there, outside my gate, with its guts spilled across the apshalt. So sad.

I hope I never see the worst scenario. It would break my heart. Because despite being a velho caduco (grumpy old man) I know all the neighbourhood kids, I know their names, I know their parents.

I have been misled.

For years I was under the impression that the shelf under my PC desk was for kittens.

My cat shelf

My cat shelf

Now someone tells me that it was for computer things like an isolating transformer. How stupid? It was perfect for Hello Kitty’s kittens to keep me comany.

After my first screwed up Saturday, I came home exhausted. I had to pass the botequim before I got to my gate and my GPS wasn’t working. I found myself doing an unscheduled left turn and sat at a table with a beer in front of me. No idea how it got there, but it was wonderful.

Then I went home for Nap-fu and woke to the news that my football (soccer) team, Flamengo, had lost to Gremio 0-1.

I am rather disturbed… okay, more than normal. A comet is due to pass by the Earth tonight/today/sometime at a distance of 40,000 miles. Now that’s a fairly safe distance, close but not close enough to cause grave concerns.

What concerns me is that despite all the technology available today, is that they only discovered this damned thing on 31st August! A mere week ago! Where the hell does that leave us, if in fact it was headed directly for Earth? Right up the creek for survival chances and no freakin’ paddle.

Admittedly it’s not a very big comet, just the size of a house; but something that big travelling at astronomical speeds can punch the planet pretty hard, hard enough to make our sphincters temble.

c480x270_25Furthermore, they didn’t break the news until today, we wouldn’t have even had enough time to kiss our collective arses ‘good bye’! Not even a measely road sign…

For the best view of the end of the world you would have had to be in my native New Zealand.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have got the massive pork chop out of the freezer this morning… what a waste that could have been.

One oink chop

One oink chop, just look at the size of it.

That’s my lunch today, BBQed smeared with chimichurri and BBQed potatoes, black beans and rice. There will be some dead Argentine Ugni Blanc grape juice to go with it. They grapes were sacrificed in 2012.

Sunday is such a lovely day for debauchery.

The time is moving along, it’s now after noon, time to light the BBQ and steel myself for the gluttony feast ahead.

Later.

 

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I am NOT Responsible

getoffyourasspre-Coffee Dangers:

1. Making that first coffee

I just woke up and the first blog I read this morning had a wonderful post,All the signs point to me getting off my ass…..

That’s exactly how I felt before I got up. Visit the blog, there are some great posts there.

So, what could I do? I got off my ass and made coffee. That’s where the danger lies, as I was not fully awake I overfilled the filter, and now I have gritty coffee.

It has to be Monday!

My student just rang, cancelled class, so my weekend has been extended to four days.

See, it’s Monday!

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Mondays are complicated.

I don’t really have anything yet to write about, but I just had to get off my ass and post about getting off my ass.

I am still having catmares. Twice last night I had nasty dreams about Clorinha and had to change my thoughts; left me quite distraught. That’s why, when I finally fell asleep I slept so late.

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Clorinha stalking leaves in the praça

I have never suffered such angst at losing a fluffy friend before.

When it comes to life and death, I am usually at ease because I realise that it is the nature of things and don’t tend to get bitter and twisted about it.

Sunny day out there, cool, but sunny. Rain forecast for Wednesday.

It’s birthday month for me. I have birthdays on 8th, 12th, 16th, 29th and 7th & 17th of Sept. Then it’s all done until next year. I usually take the ex and kids to a pizza restaurant, but this year money is a bit tight, so planning a BBQ on the 30th in the praça in front of home.

Sharpening my penknife

Sharpening my penknife at a previous BBQ

Well, that’s an hour gone. Fortunately I got some posts in in the early hours, but must blog along.

Oh, regards I am not responsible…

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This is NOT the way to clean your CPU!

Later.

Cogitating

Well, I’ve got this far. A title…

I wonder if a post will follow, but first Nap-fu practice.

BRB

Well, that was nice. Now I have coffee.

The day hasn’t brought much, except a lot of rain and a broken fridge handle.

The Cogitator

The Cogitator

One needs to think. I suggested in reply to a comment that perhaps I think too much, hence many of my views on life are hardly orthodox, maybe even bordering on the jaundiced.

I do a lot of thinking, usually in bed trying to overcome the barriers of wakefulness before I slip into the semiconsciousness of sleep. I often have my best post ideas then. But failing to be awake enough to note them down, they are gone by morning.

Of course, cogitating is not exclusively done in bed, the throne provides one with an excellent cogitatory, as does doing the dishes, or simply walking along the street. Can’t do it watching TV, TV is an excellent anti-cogitation device.

I am a little more than miffed

The British chancellor’s cat was run over on the same day that Clorinha met her demise. It made headline news. Where was Clorinha’s write up? I’m sure her contribution to the world was far greater than any pampered government moggy. Clorinha wasn’t pampered, loved yes, but I never indulged her like some spoiled pets.

Re: Clorinha, I am still stepping over ghosts. Places around the house where I could well expect her to have lain, places where I could well have trodden on her tail. For example, my egress from the toilet was fraught with danger. Silently she would sit preening in the doorway and when I turned after my business she could have been kicked (not on purpose) into next week, or a tail could have been stood on, or I could have seen her in mid stride and gone headlong into the fridge door opposite unable to stop myself.

Most of my posts were done in the wee small hours, between peeing and coffee. This morning I got coffee before I began posting, didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s fiasco. I finally returned to bed about 2:30, couldn’t sleep, just cogitated and listened to the ping of email notifications, so at 3:00 I was up again at the keyboard with more coffee. Finally going back to bed around 5…

I had finally cleared my backlog of comments to reply. A couple remain, for example, I am wondering if a visit to a post about travelling women dealing with menstruation, would this post be of benefit to me? One is a comment on another blog, that has given me an idea for a Monday Moaning post on Eco-Crap.

In my efforts to be a little healthier, last week I bought a steamer bowl, one that fits into a saucepan. I have never steamed veges before at home; my mother used to in later years. Last night, I steamed some cauliflower, pumpkin and a few cabbage leaves, while the potatoes boiled underneath.

I don’t know if I feel healthier, but it did save washing multiple saucepans.

Vladimir Seagol

Vladimir Smeagol

Russia banned Polish apples, the Poles got cheap apples. Now Scotland is banned from sending herrings, maybe  the Scots get cheep fish.

Horrible little gremlin!

That about does it.

The noise from the botequim is too much to bear.

I shall go and help them.

Later.

Meowese

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Oskiz for cats

I had a sleepless night, finally making coffee a little before 6am.

The sad news is that the neighbour’s cat died too last night on the way to the vets.

Andrew suggested that she was a star. I never thought about that before, a Blogstarlette… She was as was Cloro, her father before her, and Lixo before them. They were all stars over the blogger world through my blog.

I’m sure those hieroglyphics on the base say “Oskiz for cats”. They deserve one.

Thank you all for your kind words, they are appreciated immensely.

I can’t decide whether Clorinha is rolling around in that big catnip field in the sky with a delirious look, or that she’s found the eternal fridge and waiting for her mincemeat or corned beef to be served.

She was always hopeful.

Full of hopez

Haz cornz beef?

Clorinha is the fifth cat to pass on since I have lived here. Meow Meow and da Meow were both poisoned, Lixo was killed by a teenager with a slingshot, Cloro we suspect was catnapped because of his terrible good looks, and now Clorinha.

I am not down, as I expect another wanting kitten will cross my path, maybe one of Kitty’s kittens. She hasn’t been around for two days, I expect she is a mother by now.

I was raised by a large ginger Tom, who slept with me in the bassinet and then my cot. It was he who taught me Meowese and turned my life into a catperson. Like Rachel who substituted her deceased cat with dogs, I couldn’t; I’m not bowlingual.

Except my travelling years, there has always been a cat in my life, or short periods expecting one.

Last night one of the regulars at the bar suggested the world needs more people who have the Dom (way) with animals; the world would be a better place.

I replace my grief for passing pets with the philosophy that I am here to care for them while they’re here, once they go ‘over there’, my job is done. I do not own my cats, heaven forbid, cats won’t be owned.

The old story that “A dog has a master, a cat has staff” was never so true.

Every Saturday is Caturday on my blog Some Animals are Crackers, there you can get an idea that I think animals are fun. When we laugh together with them, we care.

Now I have to go plant a tree.

Later.

UPDATE

The planting is done. Clorinha has her very own guava tree.

Clorinh's guava tree alongside the palm of my other neighbour's fox terrier

Clorinha’s guava tree alongside the palm of my other neighbour’s fox terrier

Clorinha is Gone

Tonight I came home just after 7pm, got a beer at the botequim, when friends pulled me to the side and gave me the news that Clorinha had been run over in front of the botequim. The plastic sack by the lamppost probably held my fluffy Clorinha. I had to confirm, she was still warm.

Still she is warm in my heart.

Clorinha's last photo, taken on Sunday in the praça on my new cellphone

Clorinha’s last photo, taken on Sunday in the praça on my new cellphone

I have just come in from burying her in the praça she loved. She’s beside my neighbour’s fox terrier who was poisoned a year ago. Tomorrow, I will plant a tree on the spot. I have a small goiaba (guava) tree growing in a tin. She loved guava, no she didn’t eat them, when they fell from my other tree she played with them batting them around the yard.

She was known and loved by the regulars at the botequim, endearing herself to them by rubbing against their legs.

Clorinha was my most difficult to ‘potty train’ and she loved to bite as a kitten, it was only in the last month that she stopped her biting, and accepted and sought stroking.

I’ll miss her purring under my chin at night in bed until I fell asleep.

She was a good little companion for a brief time, she was only six months old.

My misfortune was not the only one, my neighbours cat who played with Clorinha was also a victim, we suspect broken legs and facial damage. They are away at the vets with him now. I hope all is okay.

Clorinha loved the botequim. When I suggested, “Let’s go to the pub,” she was the first to the gate, wriggling underneath, waiting patiently for me to make a regular exit by opening the gate. I have posted the video before, but I do it again.

 

I’m not ready for bed yet

The bule is ready

The bule is ready

1:30am, mumble, mumble!

I’ve tried twice, both times miserable failures.

Three posts up. I am seriously considering coffee. The bule (coffeepot) is ready.

It needs only the flick of a lighter on the gas to become reality.

The world is going mad. Tonight on TV, you won’t believe this… Father Freaken’ Christmas! Ho ho ho!

It’s only just August!

I thought we had at least another month of sanity left; maybe even six weeks. I have never seen Santa Claus this early before. It should be illegal. It’s disgusting. He should be in jail for perpetrating Christmas sales this early.

Just goes to show the plight of the economy when they have to revert to advertising Christmas this early to generate business. 2008 recovery, there never was a recovery. All the data and good news is just government ‘feel good’ bullshit.

My sparkling mineral water bottle is empty… time to light up the gas.

Clorinha has a definite ear for the fridge door.

Wot du yu meanz, therz no fresh meats?

Wot du yu means, ther’z no fresh meats?

I am convinced that she doesn’t have ears, rather she has radar antenna.

A hungry kid couldn’t hear the fridge door as far away as she can.

The worst part is, sometimes she doesn’t wait for the fridge door, she gets there before me; talk about prescience.

Part of the reason I can’t sleep is that I had a late Nap-fu practice this afternoon/evening. The other part of the reason is I had ham salad for dinner again and all I want to do is burp and fart. Damned rabbit food!

Israel has run out of tunnels. That was the premise for invading Gaza, now the story goes, “we’ll continue until our mission is finished”. Further confirmation that they’re only interested in wiping out the Palestinians.

thaustcoinI see that Australians are asking, “Do we need a queen?”

They may want to become a republic, think, Tony Abbot could become president just like Obama; horrible thought!

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Australia has lots of queens

But the problem is, that if they get rid of Queen Liz, there’s plenty of other queens to go round.

So it’s rather a case of one queen or another.

Mincing right along…

I need my head read.

Being up at this hour of the morning entertaining the world, well, at least 14 or 15 of you.

Coffee finished, ciggy out, time for my beauty sleep.

Later.

 

 

It’s the Coffee that does it

Devilsh good looks

Devilish good looks

I have always been convinced that it is the coffee that is responsible for my devilish good looks.

Why?

Because I drink so much, and I am so devilishly handsome.

Coffee is not a drug as claimed by some, it is a cup of liquid sanity.

I am stress free, I don’t panic easily; except perhaps when the bule (coffeepot) is empty, then I’m likely to fly off the proverbial handle and run around the kitchen in a blind dither.

Yesterday was a lovely sunny day until late in the afternoon, then it clouded over. Today is promising to be the same after a freezing bitch of a night; the temp dropped to 12ºC. Remember we think 20 is cold, imagine how we felt at 12….

The Argentine flagArgentina is bankrupt, again.  They’re squealing that it’s not bankruptcy, because they have the money but the US court won’t let them pay it, unless they pay everybody. The trouble is that the majority of bondholders have accepted a lesser value for their bonds with a few hold outs that want what is due. Krissy Kirchner calls these companies vultures; and won’t pay them for fear that the majority will then claim the full amount too. That would really bankrupt the country.

I’m posting a leaf, not for your benefit, it’s for MWPG to identify.

We think it's a beefsteak tree...

We think it’s a beefsteak tree…

But she wanted a better photo of the leaf to confirm, hope this one is okay.

I am having mouse problems.

No, not Clorinha’s fault this time. To solve this mouse problem she would need opposable thumbs.

I bought two mice. (Musing… If the plural of mouse is mice, why isn’t the plural of house, hice?) These are Chinese mice.

Chinese Leadership, doesn't work

Chinese Leadership, doesn’t work. Ain’t that the truth?

When I got home I connected one.

Fine worked… for the first four days; then began to have clickability problems.

Finally, I changed it this morning. The next one didn’t have clickability problems. It didn’t even freakin’ well click, period; in fact it didn’t even register on the PC.

Change back to the one with clickability problems.

This was all pre-Coffee, the water was still boiling and I was running around the kitchen in a blind dither.

Why do the Chinese produce so much crap?

BuzzCrap

Yes, it’s everywhere. You can’t escape it, it’s pervasive.

Fish for lunch… *rushes off to take fish out of the freezer*

The fish is now out of the freezer.

Battered, poached or baked, that is question. Whether ’tis nobler in the kitchen to cook and suffer.  The pots and pans of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of  culinary treats… with apologies to William Shakespeare.

There I go; off on my tangent again.

Must get off my tangent and blog along.

Later.

Cold, Hungry & Miserable

This is what the chill factor feels like

This is what the chill factor feels like

Yes, I’m cold, I was wearing my jacket this morning while at the PC. I have just taken it off and am debating the wisdom of this.

I’m hungry, I had a cooked breakfast this morning just so I could spend fifteen more minutes in front of the stove.

I’m miserable for both reasons above.

If someone tells me to chill out today, their ducking skills had better be good.

For those of you who missed the update on yesterday’s post. My Floozy Clorinha came home last night, exactly 24 hours after I last saw her. She began meowing from the gate until I put some meat in her dish. She was cold, hungry and miserable too.

I think she is in her first season and was out looking for randy Toms. As was pointed out in a comment, I am NOT talking about her first season at the Met.

Five likes

Five likes

My new blog, What’s left of my life, has had a few visitors and had likes before I had put up the widgets.

Then I got one of these…

New photo and story up today. I may do another, checking through my archives (some 13,000+ images) there’s so much I want to post.

I read an interesting threat on Twitter the other day; cracked me right up. It’s good to have a laugh.

“I wear heels bigger than your dick!”

Yes, well, that about says it all.

Then on the news, The Extinction of the Dinosaurs was ‘Bad Luck’ Well, it certainly wasn’t good luck. Further in the news, it was good luck for us that the dinosaurs became extinct as they have discovered the T-Rex hunted in packs.

Here’s something to think about. I guarantee you’ve never imagined this…

Did T-Rex have a sex life?

Did T-Rex have a sex life?

If you have, then I can suggest a good psychologist, you are in dire need of therapy.

Of course they had a sex life. How do you think they got little T-Rexes?

Imagine T-Rex PMT… Just be thankful for what you’ve got.

Well, the local news has just finished that means it’s lunch time; I should go and lunch.

Later.

I am Incorrigible

Oh, you knew that already.

I’m also very tired.

My neighbour came home at 2am. Know how I know that? He made a lot of noise putting his car in the carport outside my open bedroom window.

Pfffff!

I wasn’t going to go back to sleep easily. Remember I had a long Nap-fu practice earlier.

Clorinha with me in the praça on a sunnier day last week.

Clorinha with me in the praça on a sunnier day last week.

I made coffee. It was the only sensible thing to do. That was about when I realised that Clorinha wasn’t home…

The last I saw of her was when I went to the pizza shop to complain about the soggy chips (French fries). She always follows me. On the way home she made a detour to inspect the rubbish on the corner; it was rubbish night.

I left her, as she normally comes back home sooner or later.

So what does one do at 2am with coffee? Check emails, comments, notifications, etc. Doing so I found a great WP Theme, which generated an idea. At first I tried it on Eco-Crap, but it fidn’t dit. So I returned Eco-Crap to normal.

lovesscratchesBut there was still this idea lurking, niggling, frustrating me.

The old story, if you’ve got an itch, scratch it.

I began scratching.

The result is a new blog. What’s left of my life. It’s a photo blog. I hope to post a daily photo from my files of photos that I have taken as I cruised around South America before settling back here in Rio, and then my photos from here as well.

I got back to bed at 5:30.

I have two experimental posts up, and I may add another one later. I also have three followers, and likes. They were up before I had finished adding the widgets.

The rain, well yes… It’s still nut numbingly cold.  I am going to change out of these woolly pants and put woollier ones on. The plants are just loving the rain, they’re all bright and green and perky; and there’s new fronds unfurling on the samambaia (ferns).

I’ve lost my rubber!

This is NOT a rubber, it's a condom

This is NOT a rubber, it’s a condom

Now, that’s going to confuse the crap out of my American readers. Why does a nearly 63 year old need a rubber? Hey, it still works you know. My youngest, Emmylee, is only seven!

For me a rubber is an eraser (Americanese), I want to rub out a note I made during the night, it’s no longer needed.

I see that England are suggesting that the next FIFA World Cup be taken off the Russians as a sanction for the downing of the French airliner, the annexation of Crimea and arming the insurgents in the Ukraine. IMHO, that’s fitting. Really Putin’ someone’s nose out of joint, hurting him where it hurts most, right in the pride. But Septic Blathermouth and those weak-kneed arseholes at FIFA said there are no plans to shift the venue. Grow some balls you bastards!

I haven’t read the news yet, so not much to comment on.

Not that much to do really, I got most of my posts done in the early hours while I was formulating how to scratch that itch.

So I will let Sunday roll along and go with the flow.

Later.

 UPDATE

Clorinha came home, meowing from the gate, cold and hungry 24 hours exactly from when I last saw her. First thing she did was bite me, now that’s love…

Chickens don’t Fart

Who, me?

Who, me?

Apparently this is the main environmental concern with poultry/beef and mutton. I didn’t see a mention about pigs, I presume pigs fart.

The production of methane is the issue.

Then I read yesterday that 66% of British poultry is contaminated with camphylobacter… which causes thousands of dodgy stomachs every year.

Then I read that cows eat grass… well, duh, they’re meant to, humans can’t eat grass; whereas chickens are in direct competition to humans for high quality grain.

What it boils down to is we’re damned if we do, and damned if we don’t.

So, what about human flatulence? Isn’t our flatulence methane, or is it some rosy non-smelly stuff?

Yes, maybe we should be looking at taxing humans who fart

Yes, maybe we should be looking at taxing humans who fart

Now if we bring in the human element and measure against cows, who produces the most methane?

As a parting shot… just be glad cows aren’t raised on garlic and cabbage!

Phew!

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 Clorinha had a tiring day…

Romping around the praça, visiting the botequim, chasing the boy cats next door; life is just so exhausting.

By 8pm she was zonked on the sofa

By 8pm she was zonked on the sofa

Then she stopped out all night. She came for her nightly boomp when I went to bed, then jumped off the bed and didn’t come home until the third coffee.

Strange plant.

Some years ago, I saw this plant in a neighbour’s front yard and was informed that it had to be grown from a fallen seedling.

Sharing a tin with a tomato and two papaya trees

Sharing a tin with a tomato and two papaya trees

I don’t know what made me do it, but a couple of months ago, I passed one in the street and snapped a twig off it. Once in the water at home on the windowsill, it sprouted roots and I transplanted it. The tomato and mamão (papaya) are self sown from the compost I filled the tin with.

Dark green upper leaf and dark purple underneath.

Dark green upper leaf and dark purple underneath.

Any ideas as to what I am growing?

Fourth blog today, halfway there.

Must blog along on this sunny Thursday morning, then it’s off to town to buy a SIM memory for my new cellphone and off to the supermarket for some therapy. I am going to Extra today, they have Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce and a roasting dish with a heavy base that won’t buckle when I make the gravy like my current one.

Oh, the excitement, sends shivers all over.

Later.

 

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