Tag Archive: South America


Crash! Bang!

I rush to the kitchen to find  the tortoiseshell cat from next door has half my lunch on the floor. A whole flounder fillet. I’ts a good thing the floor was clean after yesterday’s defrost.

Homemade chimichurri

Homemade chimichurri

I was not amused.

Yesterday’s fridge defrost took 13 hours, then the fridge decided it didn’t want to fridge. The freezer was fine. It was this morning I discovered that the thermostat dial didn’t like full on.

My chimichurri is shimmying.

Made it this morning. It’s quite easy. Lots of parsley, a dried (home grown) cayenne pepper, some white wine vinegar (should be red, but I didn’t have any), oregano, garlic, freshly ground black pepper, some rock salt and olive oil. Into the blender and away we go!

I use cayenne pepper instead of capsicum because I like a bit of a bite to it.

Put it in a jar, take an arty-farty photo and put it in the fridge until Friday.

Tick off one more item of preps before BBQ day.

Yesterday marked 23 years since I left home for Europe, got as far as a Rio de Janeiro stopover and never got to Europe.

No regrets that I missed Europe, after South America, it would have been boring.

I have travelled all over except Colombia and Venezuela. If you want to read some of my adventures, put “Sunday Travel Tales” in the search box at the top of the page.

Today marks the 39th birthday of my eldest daughter, a reminder that I’m not getting any younger.

UZI

A Uzi is not an age-appropriet fireaem for a child

Tragedy on a shooting range, a nine-year-old girl shoots her instructor with a Uzi SMG. This is crazy. The instructor was insane to let a girl, or boy for that matter, of that age use an SMG. As a firearms safety and range instructor for two decades range I have no problem with teaching kids to shoot, but with age-appropriate firearms, and some sessions of pre-range instruction before hand before ever putting live rounds in a gun.

A nine-year-old should be teethed on an airgun, a compressed air rifle, then progress to .22 rimfire. This is the way we did it with cadets, although they were trained on .22s they were also 13+ years old. Once they had proved proficient, they then progress to .303s then in later years 7.62s. The idea of putting an SMG of any type in the hands of such a young person is a recipe for disaster.

I read a poem yesterday. I thought I had saved the link, but not. It was about fire. It made me wonder about the human race. Why do we need to kill and use fire as a sacrifice? Even the Catholic church still uses burning incense today. Are we really civilised? Is it because fire is the most visiblely frightening of the four elements?

Change in temps today. Started off at 5:30am with a lovely sunny beginning, then after Nap-fu practice, I woke to clouds, a dark room and a fine mist.

It’s noon.

I might actually have lunch at lunchtime today. Poached flounder fillets on whole rice and a white parsley sauce. *Looks at wine rack*

Make that a white wine parsley sauce… then horror of horrors, I’ll have to drink the rest of the bottle. Shame.

A lunching I will go.

Later.

 

 

It Could Only Happen on A Monday

I got burdened honoured with an award.

And it happened not twenty minutes after I had made the decision not to do any more of these.

But, Pecora Negra is such a nice bloke, I have decided to make this the last. I should really be napping. Also, I haven’t seen this award before.

The Woman’s Skirt Award, I suppose it’s better than being an old woman’s blouse…

Now I have to divulge eight things about myself…

1 :: All my life I have loved guns. Not for their ability to massacre, but the precision needed to put a small piece of metal exactly where you want it at a long distance. Yes, I did some hunting in my early twenties, but didn’t make a habit of it. At the age of 14 in air cadets I had mastered the art of shooting sufficiently that they gave me one of these to play with…

.303 Bren Mk II LMG

.303 Bren Mk II LMG

Boyhood doesn’t get much better.

2 :: I’m a high school dropout. Didn’t pass my school cert, thought bugger this, and left before the end of the year only to enlist in the Air Force at the age of 16 as, you guessed it, an armament mechanic; looking after guns and bombs and other stuff that went bang!

Emmylee eating icecream

Emmylee – Made in Brazil

3 :: I got married at 23 and my wife of 19 spent the next 3½ years pregnant.

4 :: Apart from the original three I added another 8 stepchildren along the way and made one more, Emmylee. Made in Brazil with New Zealand components.

5 :: For 11 years I lived out of a suitcase as I traveled around South America. The only counties I haven’t yet been to are Colombia and Venezuela.

6 :: I can fly. I flew gliders as a sport in the Air Force.

7 :: when I was about 8, I convinced my younger brother he could fly. We were in the hedge beside the kitchen, at the top. I told him if he flapped his arms he could leap serenely from our perch. He jumped just as our mother shouted DON’T! from the kitchen window. He broke his collarbone.

8 :: I have been an atheist since I was 12, so I don’t do Christmas, but wish all my visitors a Merry Quafftide.

Now this is as far as I go. I don’t nominate blogs for these awards, there are too many deserving ones out there. Not the only reason, but the last time I nominated 10 for a similar award, not one acknowledged the fact. So I don’t.

If you feel you would like to participate, steal it and do it. If not, no bones were broken in the process.

I went to the supermarket for some therapy this morning, so I didn’t get my customary nap, a lapse which I am about the rectify.

Later.

 

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