January 22, 2013
I long for a creative artistic
talent like Odilsa’s painting, you all know her as Dono. A spattering of her
work adorns the walls throughout the house. Black and white heartbreaking nude
native absentmindedly drapes her infant across her body, head dropped in timid resignation.
A child with wide expectant eyes precociously takes in the audience and vividly
contrasts his mother’s acquiescent expression. The dates on her varied works
range in the late ‘90’s just prior to my meeting her in 1999. The final work is
a headless heavily swathed figure with ill-shaped bare feet exposed, peaking
out from the hem that stands alone on a simple wooden platform. She was a
relatively famous pianist and artist in Sao
Paulo. Today she departs on her long excursion to Calgary. Joao
appropriately phones her to say goodbye yet refrains from explaining that we
are having our coveted afternoon coffee which she never missed! Dono tearfully
told him she’s sp incredibly homesick already!
Making thick sweet jam from papaya,
maracuja, cherry juice from a jar in the frig, a bit of this and that is
gurgling on the stove. A huge sticky, delicious mess in progress! Bees and
flies are hovering ‘round the stovetop. Down to the wire in the pantry and
freezer so we are getting willy nilly creative with our meals. Frowned at the
corn but tossed it in the pasta salad at any rate, boldly sharing with Joao
about the horrific GMO’s and such. He doesn’t take it personally that there are
dreaded food stuffs stored in the cupboards so I feel obsessively compelled to
rant and rave about the food industry in our country.
Taelor has decided to embark
on another excursion to Thailand
this summer, chaperoning a group of High Schoolers from her Alma mater Port
Townsend HS in Washington
state. She is thrilled with the prospect of joining another close friend and
strategizes with me, while chatting on Skype last night, about fundraising and
working her little fingers to the bone until she coughs up the funds. She also has
to pay for the airfare to Seattle.
I am considering joining her and heading to the West Coast to see my friends! Wouldn’t
that be a scream?
My right knee was significantly
better this morning but certainly not bendable enough to hike up the metal steps
on the public bus to head home after the clinic. I plan on hitching a ride with
Joao in the next few days when I can maneuver the transit system comfortably. I
hesitate to confuse the issue if I show up with a large bandage on one knee
when my real challenge is having surgery on my left foot! My Portuguese is
probably not sufficient to provide the details and work my way around the story
with humor and grace. So forget it!
Joao awoke with half of his
face swollen and pain in his upper arms and chest. I finally wrangled his
diagnosis out of him. He has Angioedema. It is swelling in deep layers of the skin
usually around the face, lips and cheeks, upper chest, arms and the fluids come
on suddenly.
A massive crash and Joao
hollering, breathing rapidly, plopping himself heavily on the sofa in the
doorway…jararaca, he cries! Of course I have to climb the wobbly metal rusted
ladder to see for myself. It is a small black snake with diamond pattern that
is now curled up in the corner of the wood frame of the car port. I suspect she
has eggs or would have fled the area at the sound of alarm so close to her head.
She is extremely poisonous (the same type that lunged at Tatiani, the empregada
and she was subsequently helicoptered from her home to the ER for immediate treatment.)
Checked Google for snake removal since Joao insists he has to get rid of the
maid killer or Denise will insist on moving from the house when the rumor gets
out. The choices are to trap it (can conveniently purchase a box on the
attached link) or leave it be (and move) or fling it with a long tool that has
a hook at the end and bag it to relocate the snake. I suggest calling the
authorities, Joao is on the phone asking the city official what he can do. Of
course, with his hyper-sensitive system, it is best he stay far away from the
culprit. The recruit is on his way. Stay tuned!
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