Tag Archive: mamão


Before I go out to Play

I must do the honours here.

I just love mamão

I just love mamão

I have posted on all blogs, mostly satire-type thingies, I have watered the plants, I have replanted a mamão tree (papaya) from an area of risk; you just can’t trust these four-year-old thugs that hang around here, they’ll yank anything out. I washed some dishes, I napped, I washed some more dishes while lunch was cooking and duly devoured.

I just went outside to take a photo of my ‘saved’ mamoeiro (papaya tree), it’s looking a bit sick; maybe I should have left it to the thugs.

Clorinha has discovered the aerial plug for the TV, yesterday and today, she has managed to disconnect it. It’s supposed to screw in, but I can’t screw it in, maybe corrosion.

Easter is passing nicely; hardly know it’s there. Which suits me fine. Shops here have been caught with their pants down stocking up to 20% more than last year… and nobody’s buying. Today they’re full of specials, 50+% discount. Greedy bastards, I hope they get stuck with them.

I discovered yesterday something shocking. I have a mild case of gout, comes and goes. Among the many causes, red meat and beer. I nearly cried. Two of life’s intrinsic pleasures… I’ll suffer!

red-meat

It’s not fair

In fact, I’m going to suffer right after this post, it will be beer o’clock.

There’s not actually much to write about today. Sunny weather, but coolish. Rain forecast for tomorrow, let’s see if the forecasters can get their shit together this time.

My PC groaned and came to a grinding halt three times yesterday. But I was doing some heavy CorelDraw stuff and my RAM is not big enough. At least it didn’t melt or go into radioactive fallout mode.

Have you ever gone for a nice walk with your dog in the park admiring the trees that line the way?

Have you ever wondered how your dog sees things?

what-i-see-vs-what-my-dog-see

Priorities create differing perspectives.

I’m going out to play.

Later.

When in Doubt

Eat a banana.

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Mamão formosa

My potassium levels must be way up. A friend dropped by on Tuesday and gave me a bag with two types of banana; one for eating, the other for slushies. Oh, that’s where the mamão (papaya) came from too.

It was good, because after yesterday’s dentist visit, I wasn’t even allowed to chew my beer. And that was the advice from my dentist; he’s a good guy. So, having soft fruit on hand meant a mushy food day.

Some of the seeds have already been planted.

It’s hot out there, we’ve been promised 38ºC (100ºF). It would be a good beer day, in fact about lunchtime, I may well just do that. By 5:30 class I shouldn’t reek of beer. You have to live dangerously.

Great tweet today:

Oh, and another:

I see that Bieber urchin is in the news again, this time in Canada for assaulting a limousine driver. Honestly, that kid needs some time-out, preferably in chains and kept away from microphones. Idiot child.

Two hours later…

Oh, sorry about that. I was looking for something on Google, and went off on my tangent, got lost, had a nap; now I have coffee and just for good measure, I had another banana.

It’s too hot to even think about cooking anything for lunch. Mind you it would be a lot easier if I had something in the fridge to cook. I do, but it’s all in the freezer.

starbucks-coffeeI just ditched the coffee, to hot to drink coffee, besides it was horrid, stewed leftovers from this morning; it almost qualifies for worse than Starbucks.

Instead, I had a healthy cooling refreshing slug on the bottle of iced water from the freezer.

Actually, I don’t know what Starbucks tastes like, and I never will. It’s not that I have never seen a Starbucks in Rio de Janeiro, rather it’s that I hate anything franchised.

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Franchises are the bane of the civilised world. Give me the old Mom & Pop corner store any day.

During my search I found this. It’s a bit small to read easily, but I love it.

Grandmother-did-you-start-at-One

Having said that, I’m off to make another mamão slushie.

Later.

Oh, remember that urge I had two days ago? I am pleased to report that it hasn’t returned.

New Zealanders are Tough Bastards

Sustaining a shark bite is probably most people’s idea of a living nightmare, but junior doctor James Grant was not going to let it get in the way of him and a cold beer. Image - Guardian

Sustaining a shark bite is probably most people’s idea of a living nightmare, but junior doctor James Grant was not going to let it get in the way of him and a cold beer. Image – Guardian

Read a story on the news yesterday about a New Zealander who got bitten by a shark.

His first thought was, “Bugger…” Read the full story on the Guardian link.

Stabbed the shark, which apparently lost interest. Stitched himself up on the beach from his first aid kit.

Went off to the pub for a beer.

Chuck Norris, beat that!

There’s a campaign to send Bieber back to Canada and cancel his green card. Good move. The campaign has 45,000 supporters compared to the campaign that wants to keep him with 500. I wouldn’t be surprised if Canada doesn’t want him back.

Another hot day. Haven’t been outside the front door yet; that will happen in an hour when I go to class.

Made a wonderful mind-numbing mamão (papaya) slushie today, totally froze the brain. Ow owo ow! They say that all pleasures have their price.

Dentist was first up this morning, a brisk walk before the day got too hot. Got a medicated filling, and a come back next month for a root canal. Walked back home and had a nap, it was the only sensible thing to do.

Must get a move on, time to begin to look like a teacher.

Later.

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