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Half a Mind

halfamindI could, if I had half a mind, do the dishes, but then the other half would talk me out of it.

It has.

So, here I am.

Having half a mind stops me from being normal. I tried that once and it was boring.

Today’s routine is pretty similar from yesterday’s. So, I could just link you there and save myself the bother.

One thing I did discover is that some people write vegan as veg*n as a form of vegan/vegetarian. Vega*n, therefore is not a dirty word. I still think it is; we have canine teeth, that means we are carnivores, it’s in our genes. One thing I have discovered in life it that people who are not happy with themselves try to change things that shouldn’t be messed with. Things like baldness, small boobs, vegans…

NB: I like small boobs, so don’t mess with them.

And, those people who are bald, but grow one side long to sweep it over their bald pate; nothing irritates me more, these people are sick in the head. Vanity on overload.

Caution: Pussy break! Cloro is demanding attention. BRB

I had to take a pause to play with my pussy.

I now have a happy pussy, collapsed on the printer, so I can return to blogging.

My prolonged absence yesterday was cool. No untoward damage, and the dirt box outside had been used; so outside it stays. The nastiest smell in my kitchen this morning is freshly brewed coffee. Which indicates that life is not crap today.

likeable-blog-100-2xI missed an important milestone. My Some Animals are Crackers blog got 100 likes. Still has only a couple of visits per day, but I remain hopeful.

Today is Humpday, over the hump down hill to the weekend. Humpday is an important day of the week, it’s just a sign of better things o come, which is not like Mondays, Mondays should be stricken from the record, cancelled, ignored. Mondays are just not nice.

I took another moment off and yanked a fern from beside the yard tap to replant it in a pot in the living room. Looks good. Now all I have to do is convince Cloro that this is not a new toy.

I feel a nap coming on.




Like a Whirling Dervish

OCDYesterday was cancelled!

I was suffering…

It was all due to a lack of that nectar from heaven.

I got a little blogging done, then at 10am, as arranged, my student arrived to pick me up and take me to Universidade Rural (Federal University in the country) so that we could check his presentation for an upcoming trip to China. Well, it certainly is a well named university, it’s waaaaay out in the rural.

Long drive, about an hour an a half. He took me by a way that I had never been before so, I saw another part of Rio.

Tilápia, edible apparently

Tilápia, edible apparently

We arrived and the university is lovely, green, fresh air, courtyard with pond full of fish (tilápia, which is a kind of perch) and I lamented that I had brought my camera. I have already planned to do that next Friday when we repeat the exercise.

Lixo decided to chase a butterfly around the sitting room while I was napping. I didn’t hear a thing. It wasn’t until I woke to find the floor covered in dirt and my samambaia (fern) on its side that I knew of the mayhem caused by my feline.

A whirling dervish, whirling, it's what dervishes do

A whirling dervish, whirling, it’s what dervishes do

No it’s started to rain again, putting paid to any chance of having an outside class in the praça when my students arrive in 15 minutes, which means I have to run around the house like a whirling dervish and do some housework, or be suitably ashamed.

Do you know about whirling dervishes? From a western point of view dervishes are often associated with evil. They are, however, a devotion to Allah, from Turkey about the 13th century.

It is believed that Rumi heard the dhikr,  “There is no god but Allah (The God)”, spoken by the apprentices beating the gold, and was so filled with happiness that he stretched out both of his arms and started spinning in a circle. With that, the practice of Sama and the dervishes of the Mevlevi Order were born. – Wikipedia

Here’s some whirling dervishes.


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