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And it came to pass…

He can have it back on Monday

He can have it back on Monday

That I have managed to complete my posts for the day.

This could well be a really screwed up Saturday. Not only do I have my regular classes, but I may/may not have another until 3pm. I don’t know as of yet. Oh, the things I do for my bossette.

I need more coffee… BRB

My students from last night’s group won’t know until the end of the month whether or not they are affected by the new factory edict. So there is still hope. If their class are cut, that will make a big hole in my pay.

Another hot, hot day anticipated. Weather forecast predicts rain on Monday, in the meantime we have to endure 40ºC+. Mind you, they forecast rain for last Wednesday and it didn’t.

Yesterday afternoon, I had my customary stroll around the praça, stopping the have a big conversation with the tortoiseshell cat from next door. She was just full of meows.

I was disappointed last night. I followed a comment on a post from 2011 and discovered that the image had disappeared. The site from which the image came was also down. On checking other posts, many images had disappeared. How disappointing. I will save more images and host them myself in the future. Nothing is forever.

On Ebola, a third US case who flew on two domestic flights while contagious. News that the UN effort is too little, too late, and not taken seriously enough. We will pay for that.

046da310a240a0ea2de122fd256580d5It’s time to put my underwear on the outside and become ‘Superteacher’!

Another of life’s riddles to solve…

Why do superheroes wear their underwear outside?

Later.

Stinking Hot Day

Yes, we are back to hot days without respite. I had to water the plants early today.

Looking out over the praça, nothing but blue sky

Looking out over the praça, nothing but blue sky

It tried to rain late yesterday afternoon, and although it was heavy enough for a little to run off the garage roof, it didn’t even wet the concrete. But the rain storm we had the previous week was enough to make the praça a vibrant green again.

Late last night, 11ish, I heard a cat crying outside, but it was just the grotty Siamese from over the back. I remain ever hopeful.

avocadoslushie

Not my photo. I drink mine from a beer handle

I am drinking an avocado and mint slushie. They’re so easy to make; ½ an avocado, milk, lots of ice, some raw sugar, blend, enjoy.

Don’t drink it too fast the frontal lobe doesn’t like it and rebels, seriously.

But they are so thick and yummy, you almost have to spoon it out of the glass.

No classes today.

Hopefully it will cloud over sufficient to cool off later and I can venture out to the botequim and have some 0.0% beer… still on meds for the tooth.

Tomorrow will be hot too, but the promise of a change on Sunday.

Yesterday I was complimented on my wine collection that showed in the video clip in comments.

Here’s some more…

Top shelf, all the goodies

Top shelf, all the goodies

 

Wine shelf

Wine shelf

 

Beer box

The beer box

I collect more than I drink, but it’s nice to have.

My programme for the rest of the day, refill slushie, nap, beerless o’clock, then a cheeseboard for supper. That should just about do it.

Later.

 

 

Now I Know

45thermometerIt was reported last night that in our part of town it reached 47°C with a wind chill factor of 50°C.

Now, even you people in the US (who haven’t learned to read the temperature like the rest of the world) can see that is HOT! Very, very hot.

But it did change, as I predicted, with the cold front that reached São Paulo yesterday. 4pm began the clouds, rain spots at 7pm, high winds at 8pm and torrential rain at 8.30.

This morning I was due to go for a training session on the text books we use in my English course. I had been planning for this all week.

I put my jeans on…

WTF is my wallet?

It never leaves my back pocket.

I searched frantically, no sign of it.

Last place seen was the supermarket, Taxi to supermarket. Wallet had been handed in to the SAC (Clientele service). I had left it on the checkout. 62 years and I have never lost my wallet. Check off one more item on my bucketlist.

I didn’t get to the training session. Damn, missed out on free lunch.

Dessert last night was wonderful; Tia Maria and icecream, with a chilled cacão (chocolate) liqueur milkshake. What a wonderful way to pass a storm.

Nelson Mandela has left us. I truly think he is the first politician to be missed. He leaves a great hole in South African politics, one that has sadly shifted from his dreams to the corruption of the incumbent.

I feel a nap coming on…

Later.

 

 

Heed the Warning

WarningCoffeeAlthough I have been up and down since midnight and had several coffees, this warning is still appropriate.

I had a restless night, up and down like a yo-yo. Also the two neighbouring tomcats decided to have a fight in my carport, which is outside my window.

I have even napped and had a recovery coffee, but I remain philogrobolized, you know, that’s when you wake feeling rough and can’t focus on the world. It’s a sort of petite hangover without the alcohol.

I have discovered that Cloro is a gourmet cat, another of his many talents. On Sunday I cooked a slap dash, cut up some sirloin steak into strips, slapped it in the oven with some sliced onion, water and red wine.

I cooked too much, and have taken to cutting up pieces and feeding him. He loves it. In fact, I think he likes it better than I did.

I’ll have to reheat the leftovers and use the broth to make a gravy and try it again.

I tried to drink the rest of the wine; it was a well priced Portuguese wine. Usually Portuguese wines are good, but this was in the realms of red kerosene; a category that I reserve for wines that end up down the kitchen sink.

It tasted better after having been in the oven with the dead cow.

I was thinking about lag the other day, time lag; particularly in relation to Cloro.

Examples:

Time lag between me lying down for a nap and Cloro comes for tickles; time lag 5 seconds, depends on whether he has to stop for a scratch or lick his fluffy nuts.

Time lag between me stopping the tickles to when he head butts my hand for more; 2 seconds.

Time lag between when I open the fridge and he appears at the door peering in; No time lag, but depends where he was before I opened the fridge, and whether he stops to scratch or lick his fluffy nuts. His appearance in this case is more like magic.

Time lag between a bug flying into the room and he goes from zero to hyper bedlam instantly; once again, no lag.

Time lag between hearing Tomcats fight outside the bedroom window and Cloro flying across the bed and out the window; 1 second, no time to stop and scratch or lick fluffy nuts.

Cats are such wonderful creatures to observe.

It’s a hottish day, temp expected 34°C, the plants are wilting; if I don’t go and water them, they’ll be going to the botequim next door asking for bottles water;or worse, beer. This is a terrible imposition as it means I’ll have to put my shorts on.

housing_bubble2Remember I said a few months back that Brazil was heading for a ‘housing bubble’?

I have been vindicated, an expert in such affairs has said “…market prices and asset bubbles, pinpointed the US stock market and Brazilian property market as areas of concern.”

See, I’m not so silly after all, despite what they say in the bar.

I showed my draft grammar book one of my advanced students last night. Guess what, she wants to study from it. That’s good news.

The reports from Black Friday sales were down by $1.7bn dollars from the previous year after increases in the past seven years. So much for America’s financial recovery.

Venezuela had a power cut last night; blacked out 70% of the country including the capital, Caracas. Maduro is screaming opposition sabotage; obviously it has nothing to do with governmental mismanagement. The local polls this Sunday will be interesting. Maduro was granted martial powers last week, let’s see how/if he represses the peoples’ polling.

During the weekend the Brazilian football hooligans classed after loosing a game. This has got to stop. Football hooligaism is another blight on society. For me, if you’re carrying sticks or weapons in a clash, you’re guilty and we don’t want you in our genes pool.

My afternoon student has cancelled, just one class today.

Off to dewilt my plants.

Later.

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