The promised rain didn’t last night. I had my last cold shower at 4am and finally managed to sleep three straight hours, until 7am.
I made my penultimate coffee for 2014.
I blogged, as I had aslo blogged at 1am. Got most of my bloogging done.
Watered the plants as they were doing impressive wilt impressions.
I emptied my mailbox, and I was exhausted.
Another day waiting for my phone to beep. It did, my afternoon student just confirming her class.
I wanted to go to the supermarket, read, I had to go to the supermarket; but I didn’t have the energy.
I finally mustered the energy and then waited more than a half hour in the heat for transport. Finally. I went to the gas station to buy cigarettes because our whole neighbourhood is out. More likely they are hoarding old stock to sell at the new price in January… bastards! I needed cash, the Bank 24 Hours was out of money, I’m down to my last R$12.
Supermarket and home.
Hot and sweaty, threw stuff in the freezer and fridge and beat a hasty retreat to the botequim, cold beer and salvation. I also made a couple of ham and lettuce sandwiches so my stomach walls wouldn’t cave in on each other.
So, eventually, I did, I got up and went.
The bull wins in a Mexican bullfight, gored the silly girl that was tormenting it. Serves her right; I love it when the bull wins. Pity it didn’t happen more often.
Stating the obvous, Obama said that Putin wasn’t so bright as Russia heads into recession. Should have let Crimea be Crimea, a part of Ukraine.
Cricket happened in Australia, not much else, and no sign of Tony Idiott.
Tomorrow th last day of the year, BBQ. I got a slab of salmon fillet for the BBQ, and some pork belly and ribs, and some liver.
After BBQ, I have been invited to neighbours for the virada (the turning), and yes another BBQ.
Last night the kitchen was doused in the smell of passion fruit flowers; lots of them yesterday.
My sage plant has nearly reached the top of its stick. A landmark that I have been waiting for.
We have had four straight days of 40ºC+ with the thermal sensation getting close to 50. People have been swarming to the beaches to escape the heat. Not me, I swarm to the bar; that way I don’t need to wash the sand from my nether regions. Horrible gritty stuff sand; can cause a nasty rash. I commented yesterday to the fregües (regulars) at the bar that going to the beach and having to return home is a waste of an hours drinking time.
Just imagine that if all those people had spent an hour more drinking beer, Brazil’s economy would be back on track.
Preparations for the world’s largest New Year party. Copacabana Beach, 6½ kms, and 2 million people. Me, I stay away; more than ten people at the bar scares me these days. As i get older, I don’t like crowds so much.
Must go, cold shower required.