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7am

blankscreenIn contrast to yesterday’s noon, I have been sitting at the keyboard since 7am, staring at a blank screen.

Then I had the brilliant idea to write a post, now I an sitting here with another blank screen.

I am on my second coffee, the kitchen seems empty, the dishes in the kitty korner have gone, washed, and put away.

I mentioned in my comments yesterday that I won’t be without a pussy for too long, it may take a month or two, but another kitty will wander into the botequim looking for an old man to adopt.

The bar is a wonderful place to meet. Yesterday I wrote this in reply to a comment, and I nearly wrote “to meet pussy”, then it dawned on me, maybe that’s not the way I should word it, it sounds naughty, so naughty that I couldn’t resist reposting the gaff.

I went to the botequim yesterday after noon as planned, and one of the regulars (the one who introduced me to jambo) wandered along with a bag; a bag full of carambola; you may know them as starfruit. Wikipedia tells me that carambola has oxalic acid which is not good if I have a kidney problem, it can cause mental confusion. Now I don’t know if my mental confusion is due to getting older, or if I have a kidney problem. Too much knowledge!

So I selected a few of the offered fruit

So I selected a few of the offered fruit

… and drank my 0.0% beer.

The beer you drink when you're not really drinking beer

The beer you drink, when you’re not really drinking beer

Today is the last day of antibiotics, so tomorrow, I can really drink beer. Then it’s off to the dentist on Wednesday to begin root canal work, if it is worth it, or have the tooth out. Both ideas scare the crap out of me.

Once at home to watch the first novela (soap), I made a creamy carambola slushie. Carambola isn’t a strong flavour, there’s just a hint of something there.

There was no hint of rain yesterday, so the night was uncomfortably warm, makes sleeping difficult. Today promises to be hot, great; the washing will dry, but so will I; I have already stacked water bottles in the freezer.

I should move along, this is my first post of the morning, so I have a long way to go.

Later.

A thought for the day…

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A Butterfly, Fluttered By

No sign of my wayward pussy.

But this morning a butterfly fluttered by to inspect my wines. I took a small video, when I downloaded, I discovered the last video I took of Cloro having a wash in the park the day before he did a bunk.

This morning was worthy of a Monday. Went to make the coffee… no gas. I had to change the gas cylinder before I could do anything. Doing anything as complicated as changing the gas cylinder pre-Coffee requires a certain amount of stamina, concentration, coordination and strength; none of which I had.

Now here’s the clip of the butterfly.

Gulf Fritillary or Passion Butterfly (Agraulis vanillae). These butterflies are regular visitors to my garden, they lay eggs on the passion fruit leaves, and the caterpillars can destroy a vine.

Just discovered that I have a class this afternoon. That’s good because my hours were looking pretty miserable and I need the students to return to classes. Being an English teacher can be hard sometimes, because I only get paid for hours taught, I don’t get a monthly salary.

Pain, all gone, life is bearable again.

Time to go.

Later.

I’ve Found it!

After doing a bleat about my favicon disappearing yesterday, it has reappeared.

Just goes to show if you complain to the highest authorities things happen.

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Dry as a brick

The hot weather continues. I bought a pizza at the supermarket, but it’s too bloody hot to cook it!

Yesterday I left a slice of bread out on the counter after a late lunch, by 5:30 it was toast.

While we are having the hots, USA and Canada are at the opposite end of the thermometer. The world’s weather really is screwed up.

Very soon I am off to the botequim; not for beer, maybe later.

26Two weeks ago, Raimundo installed an icecream machine, and it makes wonderful icecreams.

Usually, he has chocolate and vanilla, but at the moment it’s got strawberry and coconut. I always have half ‘n half, that way I don’t have to make a decision.

Went to the supermarket, had to, very little food in the house. The place was empty; not only of people, but half the shit I wanted.

Hopefully, I start work tomorrow, this month’s salary is going to make things tight.

Cloro spent the night at home last night, it was nice to have a pussy in bed again. He’s had a good feed and disappeared. Honestly, that cat spends more time at the bar than I do. He’s even got the fregües trained to put a chair aside for him to curl up on.

It’s nearly 5pm, the sun is low enough not to hit the bar, so I’m off.

Later.

 

 

Not a Damned Thing!

nobrainI have not done a thing today.

Well that’s not true, I have, but not here!

I started late… nothing unusual in that, I often do when I have been up in the middle of the night.

But I had things to do like going to pay the rent which was eight days late through no fault of mine, my pay was equally late.

PC played up at a critical moment. One of my hard drives disappeared, and it took several attempts to reappear it.

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Badly in need of repair

I had to take photos of the terrible state of the concrete in my laundry area, because I needed to negotiate putting in a new floor at the expense of the landlord.

The photos were effective, and the agency agreed that I needed a new floor.

So with all that my normal two-minutes-in-and-out of the rent agency took longer. By then it was lunchtime… and my favourite restaurant, Brazeiro, is just around he corner, literally. So it was a no-brainer what my next decision would be – BBQ lunch.

Home for a nap, and here I am at 3pm having done nothing; this is my first post of the day.

PC played up again. Firefox disappeared. I reappeared it to find that ask.com malware thingy had invaded, so I had to reset Firefox to get rid of it.

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Likez mi tayel?

Here’s my Cloro at the bar on the weekend.

He just sits around like all the other regulars, except he doesn’t drink beer, he just licks his nuts which the rest of us can’t do.

I said to him, “Yup, lick ’em while you can,” which made the guys laugh because they know I have plans for those little pussy nuts.

Must blog along.

Later.

Dishes Done

BBQ

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Dishes Undone

I took one look at the kitchen this morning… and it scared me!

I made coffee and ran back to the safety of my ‘puter.

I made another coffee, then another, but my hopes that the dishes will disappear have been dashed.

I'll be doing a lot of this later

I’ll be doing a lot of this later

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Straw-flavoured water

The BBQ was a success, lots of meat, salads and pickles. The pickles were the first to go and all the ladies wanted to know how to make them; and many had never seen coleslaw before.

I drank my straw-flavoured water, while everyone enjoyed real beer and wine.

Locals and some students helped me celebrate my sixty-twoth (as one of my students said) birthday. We need to do some work on his ordinal numbers.

Cloro has discovered he can fly. I now have a kitten who is in line for the ‘Leaping Supreme Award’ as he flies across from the small sofa to the big sofa then takes a flying leap to land on me using his needle sharp little claws as brakes on whatever part of my anatomy he happens to make contact with.

It appears that Cloro maybe a Clora, a girl. It’s hard to tell the difference at that age between a clitoris and a penis, they’re so tiny, and I’m no expert in feline gendering. I nearly said “I was no expert in pussy”, but after having 12 kids, that would be a mistake. Writing posts ‘off-the-cuff’ you can really make serious faux pas.

Still having the odd spot of bother with Dizzy Lizzy, although the spells between are getting longer. I managed seven hours of BBQ yesterday before she came to visit about 10pm, which I thought was pretty good; albeit a sign for home and bed.

Lunch today is already made. I have leftover shepherd’s pie that I made on Wednesday, has to be eaten today. Then there is thawed chicken that needs to be cooked, and leftover meat from BBQ, the meat will do another BBQ tomorrow, there’s enough.

I see that David Cameron (Britain’s prime minister) got egg all over his face, most embarrassing when parliament doesn’t go along with your plans to help the Americans attack Syria.

Although I do sympathise with the Syrians and their problem to oust Bashar al-Bastard.

afirefoxI have been plagued recently (last few months) with malware type thingies highjacking the search engine capabilities of Firefox, I tried many methods to get rid of them without having to remove the oil sump and pistons (the inner workings scare me almost as much as the dishes) with no success.  Something happened the other night, can’t remember quite what, but it was suggested that I reset FF to its original parameters. I did and lo-and-behold both malware disappeared. All my passwords, bookmarks and history were saved, so you don’t loose anything. You go to Help, Troubleshooting Info, Reset FF and follow directions, as simple as that. So there’s a solution for you that doesn’t involve removing FF’s pistons and getting your hands dirty.

There’s that’s my social service for the day.

Later.

The Pussy is Warm

I am busy, Lixo just came in from the sun and meowed at me. I bent down to rub him, he was so warm.

The sun is out today, it looks pleasant outside. I should be out there instead of suffering from Nature Deficit Disorder in a house that has retain the chill of the last few days.

My first e-mail today was from my student, he’s not well. No class. So the day will be quiet, I only had the one class, blogging away happily.

Saw this image over the weekend. How appropriate for a teacher of English. I know my shit…

The kids didn’t arrive as planned. Apparently there was a local festival/party that shunted Dad/StepDad into the background. Makes one feel wanted.

No problem, I was broke anyway. Next weekend will be a little more viable, I’ll be able to afford pizza at a real restaurant.

That’s it for now, got a blog post in mind… must go and do it before I forget.

My mind is like lightning, one flash, and it’s gone!

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