*Looks at clock* 2am!
I am insane, yes this week I needed an early morning pee, earlier than normal.
One of the problems of getting old, your bladder loses it’s clock function.
So one tends be up at all hours, bladders don’t have any respect.
It’s a good thing my split days have finished, so I get to sleep in when & where. Time is again mine.
I had another sign that I am not getting any younger. Saturday night, I got dizzy lost my balance, and again more seriously on Sunday morning. My neighbours took me to a local medical centre where I got a jab in the bum and some pills and told to rest.
What’s this ‘rest’ thing? Teachers don’t just ‘rest’. If teachers just ‘rested’ whenever they wanted, the world would come to an end. I went to work Monday night, dopey but I managed to teach without falling into an undignified anamorphic heap on the floor. Although, I nearly did last night because my pill taking got out of kilter with my teaching times. Lesson learned; take pills to work.
Last week, I wrote about my modest garden and preserving. I snapped a few photos for you.
Already eaten one, made two lovely salad rolls, another is in the vege stand and I am looking forward to making a little ketchup.
Just look at all those little white flowers, each one will become a robust red cayenne pepper.
But I have already plucked and used some of my parsley.
Let’s get on with this week’s CTWW.
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Okay, well, this one is easy. I don’t have magazine or newspaper subscriptions. ALL my reading is via the net. I work on the basis that if it’s not on the net, it’s not worth knowing.
I don’t get junk mail from companies, that’s rare in Brazil, but we do get little fliers (A6 size stuff usually). If they are on plain paper, they get tossed on the compost as I walk past (‘ashes to ashes’ theory); if they’re glossy, they go in the rubbish; if they are bigger supermarket fliers, they go back to the supermarket.
Problem solved, challenge met!
I do like books, though. If I had access to books in English, I would buy them (secondhand). I just love the feel and the smell of paper. I have read one novel on the net, and didn’t like the experience; there is something cosy about curling up with a book in bed for that twenty minutes before lights out. Laptops, etc, just don’t cut the mustard, they’re not comforting like a real book.
Just a language note here. I mentioned “books in English”, I can read books in Portuguese and Spanish, but because they’re not my first language and I don’t have the same intimacy in the other languages despite being proficient in both.
The world does need books. Electronic means for recreational purposes is just too stark and sterile for an old romantic.