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Rituals

Coffee sacred morning timeLife is full of little rituals.

We don’t usually recognise them as rituals, rather just the things we do and when and how we do them.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s getting out of bed or brushing your teeth, there’s a certain way you do it; that’s a ritual in as much a ritual as a Catholic who fingers their rosary without thinking.

My morning ritual, for it was a ritual, as sacred as the coffee that accompanied it, was to sit at my kitchen table with a view of the street, with coffee and the Press opened to the crossword page.

Coffee must be drunk, and the cryptic crossword completed before anything else happened that day.

Alas, I am in Brazil, I only get the Press cryptic crossword once a week on the net. Oh how I miss my little ritual. I have better coffee now, but I miss the newspaper. Brazilian newspapers just don’t do it, and their crosswords are pathetic.

2552The fickle consumer. That’s me. For years I have stuck to Pilão coffee because I considered it the best, but it went over the R$5 limit for 500gms (1lb) some years back and since I have diversified my tastes to whichever is on special; that could be any of three different brands. The other week, Pimpinela was on special, so I got a couple of sacks. It had been recommended to me. The result is that because of their pricing structure, Pilão has lost the custom of a fickle consumer who found a better coffee.

Businesses really are stupid.

There’s not really a lot to say today, other than it’s sunny and mild; it won’t last, another cold front has crossed the Uruguay border in the south and should be here by the weekend. Pyjama weather.

Yesterday, I was changing out of my pyjamas to go to work when the student rang and cancelled, I changed back into my pyjamas and continued blogging.

So far today, I have blogged. I have managed to avoid the steely eyes of the dishes in the sink. I have lunched, I have napped and watered the plants. The highlight of the day was squeezing fresh orange juice, so yummy.

stoppedmedsvoices1I saw this yesterday, and made a meme thingy for it.

I don’t take Prozac, but I can imagine it.

To me the message is, leave the meds, be yourself; stop trying to be normal, it’s boring.

Later.

 

Done a Bunk

Mean green leaf eating machine

My Mean Green Leaf Eating Machine has done a bunk. He’s AWOL. I have just spent the best part of the last hour scrutinising the other guava plants in my garden with an intense ‘scrute’, but he remains on the MIA list. I last saw him yesterday afternoon; he was on duty devastating yet another branch like any responsible MGLEM and now ‘poof!’ he’s gone quicker than a magicians rabbit.

I suspect his gluttony has got the better of him and he’s gone into hiding for his chrysalis stage, but where? I want to see him do it. Maybe MGLEMs like to do it in private, rather like a teenager in the bathroom.

My experimental chilling of my nuts last night was a success, cold nuts and cold beer what a great combination for watching football, even if Paraguay did win 2-1. I heartily recommend you chill your nuts.

I have been watching a few ads on TV lately and two things have pissed me off. Firstly, the car ads, they all show you how to wreck a car or drive dangerously in true macho style. With the rising death tolls in every country despite laws that are designed to lower the deaths on our roads, I find this extremely irresponsible of the car manufacturers. All the driver education programmes around the globe are undermined by TV advertising.

Just take a look at this ad, banned in Australia, teaching your kids to run away, break the law…

Secondly, brainwashing ads for Easter eggs; when Easter is over, brainwashing ads for Mother’s Day; when Mother’s Day is over, brainwashing ads for Valentines Day… the shit never ends.

Well, after my day off on Tuesday, my students cancelled yesterday, today is Corpus Christi, tomorrow is Friday… I have a one-day work week and a six-day weekend.

Started off well this morning, the quintessential coffee, the dishes, then a traditional Kiwi mince on hot buttered toast for breakfast.

Must blog along… Only had a rant on Genes about rosaries and ovaries so far and it’s nearly lunchtime.

Later.

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