Monday, 31 December 2012

On The Threshold Of A New Meh

One would hope this next year might be better than the current, but experts say it'll be worse.
Oh well, better luck next life.

Friday, 28 December 2012


I am amazed. My father was always quite well employed, until he wasn't; he left the old company and formed a business with a colleague, then they found that they could not work together and went their separate ways, and he was hired as the director of a company, but left when he discovered that they'd wanted him just for his connections; he joined another company, which then went bankrupt, and now he's been "in between jobs" for about a year. And what I find anthropologically fascinating in all this is that, after so many years together and two daughters between them, that thing chose this moment to start showing its true colours. My father, referring to the drama over the holidays, said it might be the beginning of the end. I certainly hope so. It is only bad that my sisters will have to be torn between warring parents.

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Friday, 21 December 2012


I went shopping and the world did not end.

Apocalyptic Meh

So the vet came and two of my cats were so frightened they wet themselves over my shoes - but my shoes have seen worse, so I don't think that's too apocalyptic.
Then I found a black maidenhair fern growing inside an unused fish tank, which is more fait-divers than anything else really. The tank has a leaky flowerpot on top, which is why it still has water after so many years of not having fish, and now, apparently, the fern spores have made it all the way across the living room from the rose-bush pot their parent still occupies (these things grow everywhere except where I want them to...).

I still have to do my Giftmas shopping, so maybe that's what'll bring about the end of times.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012


On friday the vet is coming over to vaccinate my cats. Also, the world is supposed to end.
It should get interesting (they don't particularly like shots).

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

The World Can Breathe Again

P I, for one, am happy not simply because americans chose the man who cares for them all (even for those who will not vote for him under any circumstance), but mostly because of what this choice means for the world. To-day's republican party is unfit to rule even a parking space, much less the United States of America - those eight years under the man who got elected only once showed us that, and the reactionnary emergence of the tea party movement after the restoration of propriety four years ago has only served to worsen the worst aspects of that party, while purging those least objectionable.
P So I say: while we may not as of yet be said to have been saved, we, the world, will remain salvageable for at least four more years.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Oh, And Hallowe'en Is Here

So, erm... Boo!

I Feel So Cloudy And Wonderful

P Recently I got wind of Dropbox and started using it profusely, and I opted to store my iPhone data on iCloud, and to-day I finally signed into Chrome, so my bookmarks &c are now the same on both my computers.
P Exclamations.

Monday, 29 October 2012

I Think That I Have Asked This Before...

... but I can't seem to find a reasonable answer: if the states don't have any money, and the people don't have any money, then where did the money go?

Friday, 26 October 2012

Just A Quick Reminder

Every time you vote republican, your god kills a puppy - a cute puppy - so please think of the puppies.

Thursday, 25 October 2012


... is the 865th anniversary of the liberation of Lisbon by our first sovereign king.

Friday, 5 October 2012

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Why Monarchy

I did not choose to be a monarchist. Political ideology (argh, what a woeful sound to that phrase) is not something that one chooses. In my early teens, as my personality and my judgement formed, I simply gravitated towards it, until one day, much to my surprise (a happy surprise - it is who I am, after all), I realised I was a monarchist. If it was a surprise at all it is because however much my countrymen like to complain about the status quo, what they like even more is to close their minds to all that is not the status quo, so those of us with a proper intellect have to get there by ourselves, and those poor souls without one never do.

Why monarchy? Probably because it is the only thing that does not elicit from me the question "why this?". It is legitimate, it justifies itself.

Happy Birthday To Me

Getting older is... meh.
Oh, and this month marks ten years since moving to Ericeira.

Friday, 14 September 2012


P Much has changed in these past few years, and much has remained the same. I've learnt things, which is always nice, but I've had a taste of the real world, and it tasted horrible. It seems that there are things in life which are difficult and unpleasant for no apparent reason, and efforts to make them better drain resources and prove themselves ultimately fruitless.
P Still, I have hope that I shall be able to carve myself a niche away from the nastiness. Fortune awaits...

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Religious "Education"

P The other day - a sunday, in the morning - I saw my grandfather watching mass on television. He was sitting up very straight, with his hands together on his lap, which is very far from how he usually sits. He used to go to mass at a nearby church, from what I recall of past years, but I suppose his aching knees are getting to him a bit.
P He tried to feed me religion when I was little, and I say feed because he just put it in front of me without explaining what it was or what it was for. He took me to church a few times, in the mornings (elevenish, I think); it was certainly an education, but not in the way he hoped: all I understood was that you had to sit, and then sometimes you had to stand up (everyone at once), and then, after what I thought was a hellish length of time standing without moving, you got to sit again. All the masses he took me to were the same: sitting and standing and sitting and standing and sitting and standing until it finally ended and we could go home, where my grandmother would be waiting with lunch (but not without dropping a few coins into a little wicker plate that was handed around before the end, though).
P Then there was the sound. The church where my grandfather took me was a ghastly modern building with dreadful acoustics, so when the priest all the way at the end spoke into the microphone all I heard was an incomprehensible mumble. One thing that fascinated me, though, was that, at regular intervals, everyone would mumble in unison, which meant that many people there must have been understanding the priest's mumbling, and that somehow, sometime in the past, these people must all have been trained to say these things. I know they spoke in my language because I understood some of the words spoken by some of the people closer to me. I suppose they didn't need to speak clearly because everyone was expected to understand the mumbling - and they did, as evidenced by their ability to respond in synchrony (a French friend who is a practicing catholic was surprised by this when she visited last year - apparently, in France, only the priest mumbles).
P And since, as a child, I couldn't see past the row in front, all I knew of mass - and of church, for that matter - was the sitting and the standing and the mumbling. Oh, and, at the end, some of the people would line up near the priest and he would give each of them a plain cracker; when I asked my grandfather why we didn't join the cracker line he said it was because we were not registered at that particular church; since my grandmother had plenty of crackers at home, I didn't mind.
P Then there was the praying. At night, before bed, my grandfather tried to teach me something which included drawing imaginary lines across my face and chest, which I found quite peculiar, and reciting something about asking for salvation if I died before the next morning, which I found quite dreary. He had to show me how to do and say these things all of the three or four times that this happened, because I didn't remember them from one time to the next. Frankly, I don't think I remembered it even while I was doing it, probably because of how pointless and random it all seemed.
P And now that I know what those things were, I still find them pointless and random.

Saturday, 14 July 2012

I Am Sure That...

... all the political fashion victims must be very happy with themselves on this horrible day - especially in France.

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Deary Dear...

Moving some furniture, I found a box of Toblerone. It is not going to last. So good...
Oh dear, my diet...

Sunday, 3 June 2012

History And Glory

Sixty years of rule... quite impressive :)
Happy wishes to Elizabeth II Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of so many other noble realms.

Sunday, 6 May 2012


I mentioned that I was going to phone my grandmother, because it is mother's day.
My aunt left the room quickly to blow her nose.
I pretended not to notice.

Monday, 9 April 2012

Cities In Motion...

... is so addictive! I got it for free, for answering a query for Paradox, and downloaded it to-day.
Public transport never seemed so alluring :)

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Sick Bonsai

My little trees suddenly became infested with all sorts of nasty critters, and I had to take them to the doctor... >.<

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

More Dates

The only new thing about bad things is that there are more of them. As if economic misery were not enough, now there is also drought (the rain came and went).
This blog is now three years old... blimey, has it really been that long?
Here is a much nicer three-year-old blog:
And another really nice blog:

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Leap Days, And Years, And Things

If anyone knows why Americans get so excited about them, I would be happy to hear it.
Oh, to-day is this blog's first leap day! How very... not exciting.

Monday, 27 February 2012


My mother would be sixty-four to-day. I can't imagine that she would have been thrilled by this number... but I would still like to have her with me...

Wednesday, 1 February 2012


P Lately I feel that I'm just counting the time that has passed...
P One hundred and four years ago to-day King Charles I of Portugal and his heir the Prince Royal were murthered, and the incompetence of politicians allowed for republic to be imposed two years later.
P A week ago a cousin of mine died without warning. He was working on his car in the garage and they found him lying on the floor.
P Yesterday morning, right before I woke up, I dreamt that Leo was on my lap, and that I was petting him, and that he was purring contentedly. Then the phone rang, waking me.
P Time goes by, and washes things away without seeming to bring anything new...
P For what am I waiting? Monarchy? Money? A good woman? I have no idea...
P Perhaps, instead of waiting, I should be doing something, but there is always something to take up my time, and I'm tired...
P Goodness, I am so Portuguese, waiting... for something...

Monday, 30 January 2012

This Is Not Fun

I have so much to do that I don't even have time to do the things that leave me without time to do them...

Friday, 20 January 2012

Rest In Peace, My Sweet

In 2005 we went to the Tapada and there was this small yellow thing outside. My mother stopped the car and went to the back to get some cat food, because, if we left him by the side of the road, he would likely get hit by a passing driver.
I opened the door, reached under it and moved my fingers. When my mother came with the food, he was already on my lap.
She would call him her little doggie, because he was so friendly to everyone he met, purring all the time and asking to be petted.
I took this picture on the day before yesterday, when I went to visit him. It was the last time that I kissed his fluffy head.
The vet called. At a quarter past noon to-day, Leonardo left us forever.
I cannot write more. I am crying, and I have to go get him.
I just hope that, somewhere, he is back purring on my mother's lap.

Wednesday, 11 January 2012


My cat's kidneys are failing. They tell me that cats are very resistant to these things, but they also tell me that, because of this, it is usually too late by the time one finds that something is wrong. Unfortunately, it would appear that indeed it is too late. I must provide him with a special diet, and with plenty of fluids, and wait to see how it goes...
They do say that his demeanour does not mirror his condition in any way - he is playful and friendly as ever - but this probably also contributed to my not noticing until recently that he was not well.