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Walt Disney knew something

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Now I know why it’s called PMS.

I must admit that when I was married, I never noticed; I just thought she was always like that and that was the way of things.

But one thing I did learn… when to duck and how fast.

You never know what to expect from this blog. I love to keep my readers guessing.

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WARNING! Stumbling block

My attempts to go viral failed miserably. Although I did break my record, twice.

Belated Likes on a couple of past posts took them over my stumbling block of 15; I got 16 on both.

So, I have a new target.

I have just watched Italy sent packing by Uruguay. A sad game where one of the Uruguayan players bit an Italian on the shoulder and the referee refused to pursue the matter.

 

The standard of refereeing generally has been appalling, many of them need to be recycled, preferably as PET bottles.

Yesterday’s win by Brazil against Cameroon 4-1 despite the dirty play by Cameroons repeatedly marking Neymar. He showed them by scoring two goals of the four.

Brazil’s next game is against Chile on Saturday, at least that doesn’t interfere with classes.

It’s back to work today, after a week off because of the Cup. Then tomorrow off to recover from the shock.

I didn't get a squiggly one, they always make me feel as if I have been screwed

I didn’t get a squiggly one

Finally, after four days of darkness in the kitchen, I borrowed the ladder from the botequim and changed the light bulb. These things take time. It’s not procrastination nor laziness, but one has to seriously consider all the ramifications.

I got a straight one, the squiggly ones always make me feel as if I have been screwed and I don’t need a constant reminder in the ceiling.

Pondering! Why do they make light fittings so high? Not everyone has a step-ladder, but everyone has a chair, so why can’t they be just stand-on-a-chair high?

I learned the other day that the Centenary Light Bulb has burned out. That’s like 106 years. It can be done, our stupid planned obsolescence laws won’t allow it.

I read yesterday that the Sudanese woman sentenced to death for apostasy was released. Then I read this morning that her husband and her kids and her have been arrested as they tried to board a plane to America. Her husband is an American. WTF is going on? Why can’t these overzealous idiots leave them in peace to get on with their lives.

La tienda, a neighbourhood shop

La tienda, a neighbourhood shop

Have you ever heard of Cerro Rico? It’s in Bolivia overlooking the city of Potosí. I have been there and been down in the mines many times when I was a tour guide. I posted an article by The Guardian on Tomus today, The Mountain that Eats Men.

Potosí lives for the silver, it’s a strange town where you can buy sticks of dynamite and fuse at the local tienda along with your soda and candies. In fact the kids can buy it for their older brothers or fathers.

The silver mined from Cerro Rico by the Spanish, if melted could have built a bridge all the way to Spain.

I love Potosí, at 4,000 metres above sea level, it’s really cold at night. It’s a sleepy picturesque town.

Later.

 

 

Out of Kilter

Black ground beetle

Yes, this week my life has been unbalanced.

So unbalanced that I have just woken from a nap featuring, yes you won’t believe this, the common black ground beetle (Pterostichus melanarius) of my childhood. We used to find these everywhere. As gross as boys tend to be we used to play with them, well armed with the unspoken knowledge that if we played with them the girls wouldn’t bother us.

So unbalanced has been my day, that I have just burnt my last drop of coffee writing about the sodding Pterostichus melanarius, like sucks sometimes.

The dream was about entomology, and in the dream I was insisting that beelteology was more appropriate. Those of you who are regular to this blog will understand I have a passion for English and the associated etymology. Sometimes dreams are just plain weird.

Receiving my filthy lucre

I didn’t post yesterday; yesterday was one of those days that just disappears. It was payday, yes the day when I have to bus to Barra de Tijuca and get my filthy lucre.

It started off well; I left home at 11.15am and waited for a kombi to take me to the bus stop.

No kombi.

I walked to the nearest bus stop which didn’t have the bus I really wanted. Only the slower bus that goes the longer route.

At the bus stop…

No bus.

I waited.

And waited.

And finally a bus came an hour after I had left home.

I finally arrived at the office at 2pm thoroughly ticked off. Stayed for sufficient time to get paid and left. Paid my bills, as evident that they haven’t cut of my net access, nor electricity. And went for a faster-than-usual leisurely sushi lunch.

One would think that was the end of my woes, but one would be wrong.

I walked to the bus stop. Finally a bus came. It was the horrendously expensive air conditioned express one at $12, I could have chosen the one behind at R$2.75, but it was the slower longer routed one and I wanted to pay my rent before the long Easter weekend. The bus filled, and then they started to pick up more standing passengers. This ticked me off because paying R$12 for comfort in a bus that is only authorised for seated passengers meant that the bus was filled which makes the air conditioning, which I also pay for, less effective. I swallowed my gall.

Serra da Grota Funda - Recreio & Barra on the left, Guaratiba & Baia de Septiba on the right

Up over the Grota Funda hills. You can see the road winding over the pass, doesn’t look much from the air, but takes 20 minutes to negotiate. When we got to the other side the bus veered off down the longer route…. and traffic jams.

As a result, my rent remains unpaid. I got home at 6pm after a brief stop at the supermarket.

My brand

I was not to be toyed with. I was like a woman with PMS; even the cat stayed out of my way, and there was no way I was about to start blogging.

The day before this comedy of errors the price of cigarettes went up. The first step in a government plan to stage the price of cigarettes out of the reach of smokers.

The price rose by 25%, a whopping 85 centavos.

I was not impressed.

So this week I am definitely out of sorts.

I have often wondered why Maundy Thursday was called Maundy Thursday…

It should have been called Maudlin Thursday.

The name Maundy comes from an Old English word from the Old French, hence Latin and the phrase, “Mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem sicut dilexi vos” (“A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you”). By which, according to the Gospel of John,  Jesus explained to the Apostles the significance of his action of washing their feet.

It is Easter, after all.

Chocolates here in Brazil have risen in price by 8.9% over last year. Explain to me then, why, when all the ingredients have fallen in price. The answer is a simple producers and shopowners are just a pack of greedy bastards here as anywhere else.

I refuse to buy chocolate before Easter and be held to ransom.

Just the same as I refuse to buy Christmas presents before Christmas.

I know, I’m a tightfisted old bastard.

It’s now 1.20pm, I am thinking, lunch.

Later, maybe…

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