December 17, 2012
Diary of a Wimpy Kid translates into Diary of a Banana in
Portuguese! Theo is reading the series and loves it!
Traipsed all around the
southern part of the island
of Floripa this afternoon.
I was giddy to be revisiting my past from the backseat of a hot red car. Recognized
some of the growing discombobulated regions from ten years ago. Shopping of any
kind is not one of my favorite activities yet it meant more time with my
fabulous and more than a bit frustrated friends who have far too much on their
to do list. Several shoe stores, BIG market, videotographer, car mechanic
(recognized Leo from ten years back, still robbing his clients blind!) coffee
shop, bank, then home made my leg swell and throb.
Situated myself in a rigid
narrow seat with my glorious leg up on the next stoop munching on palmetto
pastels and drinking my favorite guarana soda waiting and soaking in the
ambiance of BIG. It is similar to a low end Target with everything under the
sun from noodles to float in the pool and have more fun than you dreamed
possible without sucking in the body of water to cheese bread. A gangle of
young boys strutted around a table with their skateboards and grungy long hair,
hip dragging jeans and glean of mischief in their confident energy. Customers
request paper thin plastic cups to divide a jug of soda. The plastic crinkles
in protest. Not certain how long I ate away the hours but it was two shopping
carts full for Denise and Joao at the check-out stand. We got to hop into the
handicapped isle since I had my useful cane along. After eying the beverages
and delicate stemmed glasses on the conveyor belt, I invited myself to the
prior customer’s party, he left me his address…as if!
Sewed the vinyl sack
that houses a cushion for the wee one who arrives on Wednesday night. He is
2.5, an adopted nephew/cousin/grandson that no one has ever met in person. Gi
and Joe are in Sao Paulo
with her mother who recently had a second surgery to remove an ill-fated
cancerous lump. Due to the current circumstance, she is unable to attend the
Christmas festivities here so I have the opportunity to stay in the rental she
would have inhabited. Now I have a place to stay until the 29th of
December. A gift due to another person’s tragedy. I feel blessed.
Dogs bark around the
neighborhood. Tomorrow I give Pipo a flea buster bath and draw up a plan for a
worm bin. Perhaps start a garden!
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