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Lost my Cool

Yes, I finally got hold of my service provider and proceeded to climb down my usually cool ladder into his gall and kicked his nuts around from the inside!

The result is that I am expecting him here 45 minutes ago…

I may not get this post finished until later, if and when he arrives. Because he has to go roofside and play with my antenna. He is convinced it is my antenna and not his modem that is at fault.


This is a jambo tree. I took the photo this morning for a post on Things that Fizz & Stuff. It’s about a fruit, red jambo, that I had never seen, nor in fact known about, before.

Here’s another photo that was on the camera. Bad quality, I haven’t learned to use the zoom yet.


Cloro went insane

With the onset of 38°C+ days we have had an invasion of these critters. They are one insect that while I am not afraid of, I simply loathe the bloody things. Cloro loves them, they provide hours of fun chasing them around the floor. But this one was high on the bedroom wall, well beyond the normal dusting level, therefore well beyond the reach of Cloro. It was so funny watching him prowl back and forth eyes fixed on the intruder trying to fathom a way to get it.

Here’s another photo…

Some of our New Years tipple at the botequim

Some of our New Years tipple at the botequim

That was before I brought out the Tequila, lemon and salt; then this happened…

One of the neighbours shooting Tequila

One of the neighbours shooting Tequila

It is now 62 minutes since I was expecting the service repair…

Do I have to climb down my ladder again?



No, different tonto

No, different tonto

No… NOT that Tonto!

Portuguese ‘tonto‘ means dizzy.

It’s a long story, but the crux is that I felt dizzy last night at the bar. Now had a consumed in excess of my normal self-imposed limit (3x600ml bottles max) I would not have been surprised; but I had drunk only one.

This dizziness was entirely out of character, and sent me reeling (literally) home, after one of the regulars going to fetch my bengala (walking stick) that was hung on the outside of the front door, it’s usual place.

The dizziness abated, and all was well, I watched TV, I blogged and I went to bed.

This was, I had hoped, to be the end of the story. I woke twice during the night, about normal for me, and woke at 6:30 feeling great, made coffee, settled in for a marathon blog.

7:30 I took some sticks that I had trimmed and were sprouting new growths to the land by the canal; returning, I began to lose my equilibrium again. By the time I sat in front of the computer, I couldn’t move, for more than a half hour I sat still. I desperately wanted to get up and get a drink of water, but felt the task was beyond me doing it with any form of grace.

Worrying. This was much worse than the previous night.

I phoned my neighbour, who had felt my pulse last night (retired nurse) and declared I had low blood pressure. Then she and another neighbour, the one who parks his car in my garage, appeared and whisked me off to a UPA (medical centre). I have good neighbours who look after me. It’s been more than seven years since I have sought medical attention.

My first brush with the Brazilian medical system. The first UPA didn’t have any doctors, a common complaint here, so was effectively shut.

The second, I was efficiently whisked in, my details were efficiently extracted, my name was efficiently displayed on the TV screen and I was ushered in to see an efficient, but pretty young, Doctorette. No that’s not Portuguese, it is as English as the American’s ‘Bachelorette,’ which doesn’t exist either. Ushered out, whisked along the corridor and plonked into a chair, all efficiently mind, by a nurse, who subsequently called me for an injection in the bum with an efficient ‘this won’t hurt a bit’ as I lowered my tracksuit pants, while correcting her, “You mean this won’t hurt YOU a bit!” She was very efficient and I hardly felt the needle. But I did like the way she rubbed the tender bit and asked her if she didn’t have another jab to give me… Come on, I am a man, and one with a lot of experience, “You never let a chance go by… Oh Lord!” he sings the chorus of a bawdy Australian spoof of Cinderella.

So here I am, having slept most of the day away, sitting on a tenderly rubbed rump, telling you of my woes.

I was fortunate in that I had prepared some scheduled posts last night and the one I managed before becoming Tonto, or there wouldn’t have been much blogging done today at all.

Football soon, the dry version. My confidence has been knocked a little, and while my head’s still a little thick, so I won’t have my traditional two beers. All a sign that I am not getting any younger.

Staggering right along, in the direction of the botequim


Here is the aforementioned bawdy Australian spoof The Newcastle Song, which includes the Cinderella bit:

Last Post of the Day

I don't need one of these

I don’t need one of these

Yup, all done, except for this post, no bugle required.

Today is festa junina (June Party), Yes, I know it’s now July, but we couldn’t have it interfering with the football (soccer) now could we? That would have been most unBrazilian.

This post will be short because I have to go out and find a funny straw hat.


funny straw hat

Chapeu de palha (funny straw hat) is essential for these parties where everybody dresses up as a caipira (Brazilian country yokels). Boys with penciled moustaches and farm overalls and girls with penciled freckles, pigtails and gingham dresses.

Music, dancing (sort of like square dancing), eating and drinking are the order of the day night and will go on until near daybreak.

For me, the eating and drinking are okay, the music (loud) I can tolerate, stay up all night… not bloody likely. I will be tucked up in my bed come the witching hour.

festa junina imageFesta junina is also known as festa do São João celebrating the birth of St John the Baptist.

There will be a big bonfire at the street corner and plenty of fireworks. Nothing in Brazil is celebrated without fireworks.

You can see by the picture how to look like a caipira.

Personally, I don’t need a fake moustache and I will go as far as the hat.

But for R$30 it’s a good deal. Open bar, free food, a chance to mingle with the neighbours, some of whom only come out of their houses for this event, because you hardly ever see them during the year.

So it is with heavy heart that I finish this post. My heart is heavy because I am afraid I have left it too late to find a hat, and the longer I prattle here, no doubt the harder it will become.



Downhill all the way…

Yesterday I did indeed have a BBQ. I know I had a BBQ because it has taken three attempts to wash the dishes; and they’re still not all done.

The remains of mine, the beginning of his

The remains of mine, the beginning of his

Started the BBQ at 1pm, I was done about 4. Then one of the neighbours came along with a ‘do you mind if I add some more meat?’ He figured it would save cooking the kids dinner. No, I didn’t mind.

So we all packed up and went back to our respective homes about 8pm.

Meanwhile we supported the Brazilian economy by drinking beer.

Another neighbour was there and his son had a go cart with a two-stroke engine and he was giving rides to the local kids. J’s son Felipe had a drive… at 10 years old, he was over the moon; his grin was so wide, it’s a wonder the top of his head didn’t fall off.

Today I did something naughty. I spent a lot of money. I have been promising to buy myself a tablet to use for work, today I did.

lenovo-thinkpad-t60pWhen I studied the tablet idea in the shop, I found the screen size a bit small; and the cost of one with a bigger screen was more than double what I had budgeted for. So I finished up with a IBM ThinkPad laptop. I was going to go with the Dell, but it didn’t work, so he offered me the IBM for the same price; the advantage was that the IBM had a bigger screen than the Dell. It’s secondhand, but so was the Dell, and cost about half of what a new one would have cost me. I am a happy camper! I have spent most of the rest of the day loading the .pdf files of my textbooks on to the new baby.

Still, I have managed to post on 7/8 blogs, and cook lunch; so the day has been quite productive.

Shopping is such good therapy.


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