Friday, November 27, 2009

Maid me Crazy

Birthday boy is having a party at Playland today. Video games and Burger King or some other fast food.
Spoke to Sandra, his teacher and he has been approved to the 3rd grade...his only flaws being some difficulty in sitting down and stop chatting with his friends during the lesson. Bad handwriting runs in the family  and makes the teacher's go bananas.
The maid went back to Bahia and left the ship. The invisible woman has to teach, clean, cook and translate at the same time. Crazy it is to try to juggle so many roles that you are supposed to have without complaint, of course.
It has happened so many times that it has become default, some kind of Christmas Holiday Celebration. Everything is where it should be. The book is on the table. The cat is on the roof. The boy is eight years old and I am so proud!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

They went dancing last night. The Limelight was busting with activity on a holiday weekend. Kel, Fe,Mel and Mars celebrating life itself. Of course, it was difficult to move around in the bursting activity, maybe 2000 people.
The music was perfect- 70's and 80's mostly....and after two a.m 90's and so on.
Mel meet foot guy. She had sprained her ankle and received a foot massage. The title of the most beautiful foot in the night was well received. At least it doesn't hurt so much anymore.
Ready for more dancing, Mel joins her group back again. Foot guy goes away. Step by step.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Last night, I was playing my beautiful red guitar when suddenly the whole city of 20 million people plus other states went dark.
Total blackout for over 7 hours, depending on the neighborhood. My guitar gently weeped, frustrated and embarrassed...How dependent can one be on electricity? My whole world revolves around it.....
Some guy at the bar said that my guitar had provoked the power failure, ah,ah,ah...I felt so powerful in a powerless night. Of course, I wanted to throw my guitar on him, but did not wish to damage it to prove my point. The guitar, not his head, I mean.
Well, whose fault is it anyway? Even the president has put the blame elsewhere. Blame it on Bossa Nova. Paraguay went completely dark, too...
The light of the ending batteries of my notebook were showing me the way to my bed. No news, no television, no uol home page. I need to buy an old fashioned radio for emergencies.
The invisible woman disappeared in the shadows of the endless night.