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My Hebetude

heat-stroke-vs-heat-exhaustionmeIndeed, my lethargy, sloth, torpor, etc can be summed up in the phrase, “It’s too bloody hot!”

Now into our fourth week of unrelenting heat, I feel drained and this has begun to reflect in my blogability, or should I say my inablogability.

I am constantly under a fan, continually taking a cold shower, sitting here dripping in sodden underpants to enable me to write. I’d be sitting here naked, but my bum sticks to the plastic seat, which is also hot.

The lunchtime weather forecast promised tempestades (storms) later today, but we are rapidly approaching 5pm and the sky is not doing anything that would indicate such relief, any more than it did yesterday or the day before. Even Brazilians have begun to pray for a little polar vortex.

Poor Cloro is shunting from one cool spot to another. Under the kitchen sink, under the coffee table, along to the botequim to take advantage of the tile floor, repeat. He’s at a distinct disadvantage in that cats do not have sweat glands, so my fans just ruffle his fur, they do not cool him. He cannot get cool the way we do; it’s the same with dogs, their cooling mechanism is their tongues.

django_unchained_ver8_xlgYesterday, I was so knackered, that I gave up blogging, instead I watched the film Django Unchained, 2½ hours of good.

I can now speak Italian! The copy I downloaded was with Italian subtitles. Pecora Negra (Englishman in Italy), eat your shorts.

The Brie I mentioned the other day survived. I managed to spread it out over three nights.

As I get older, I find it so much easier to make a fool of myself. Two nights ago, I went to print a page, pffft, nothing but a few bird scratchings on the page. I tried again… same. I cleaned the printheads… same.

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Tandy Radio Shack TRS-80

I mentioned this to a fregües (regular) at the bar last night. Let’s have a look… I got the printer cartridges, he turned them over… I had forgotten to remove the protective seal. How to feel a fool in one easy lesson. One of the most basic things stumped me. I have been playing with computers since the halcyon days of the TRS-80 when we had to load our programmes from a cassette tape recorder, and the simplest thing stumped me. You’re never to old to be fooled.

World news, France’s Hollande has a mistress, headline news; who gives a shit? Probably Mrs Hollande, the shock put her in hospital. But for this to be headline news for five days straight… give us some news!

The sun has gone, I must toddle off outside and look at the sky; we may just get our rain.

Later,

Beating the Heat

*Checks spelling*

Well, don’t want any misunderstandings, do we?

Christmas Day was cool and cloudy, last night it began raining and is still doing so. Makes a change from the previous week when we were battering the door of 40 (104F) and on Friday it opened. Thursday and Friday nights were terrible trying to get to sleep, up a number of times to have a cold shower and back to bed sopping wet under the fan allowing nature and the laws of refrigeration to take effect.

Must have evaporated through the hole in the top

Christmas Eve I spent at the botequim chatting with friends, wishing all and sundry a Merry Christmas and making serious inroads into a bottle of Passport scotch. The bottle must have had a hole in it, because the contents seemed to evaporate. So, there was only one solution, I trudged the 11 metres to my house and got one of the bottles of Argentine Merlot that I had had the forethought to put on ice, that was shared and then I trudged all the way home again, for the second bottle. So, that was how Christmas Eve passed for me, quietly.

Christmas Day here in Brazil, is pretty much an ordinary day. The family celebrations, ceia de natal, mainly over by 2am. There’s not a lot left for Brazilians to do. Had it been hot, families would have merely gone to the beach, as it wasn’t, they didn’t. Instead the kids were out in force in the praça flying kites. I blogged, napped and blogged some more, then the botequim beckoned. I had an outstanding bottle of Bohemia beer paid for by Jorge, one of my neighbours the day before, so I took advantage.

Today, of course, is Monday. Had I still been in NZ, it would have been Boxing Day. Brazilians don’t have Boxing Day, so it’s a normal back to work day.

I was due to have a lesson at 2pm, but a timely email absolved me from that necessity. You see my student lives in Resende (a little more than an hour from Rio) and works at the factory there, but he is doing a training course during the week in the local factory and studying English here. He couldn’t get a taxi today for work. I was immediately saddened, but then I glanced out the window at the rain and I wasn’t so sad anymore. Time for more coffee…

Later

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