Hi! This is what should be playing while you’re reading this newsletter. Or this one. I’m giving you options and I hope you feel looked after... Anyhoo - both are great and were on repeat this very long and hot month. Looks like summer is over, huh? I can’t face it yet.
August, the month of the heat waves. I Know I promised not to complain, but it’s getting difficult. . . . actually, now (adding this bit on the 25th), it feels a lot better. And the winter forecast is already in, main websites are saying completely different things. We shall see.
I thought I’d do the agenda form for this month but I basically did the same things everyday, over and over again.
I had lots of coffee, explored the new hood and bought foreign newspapers and magazines - some are very political, of course. I was outside a lot, had epic fights with mosquitos and wasps and, finally, after almost a decade in Canada, I got a good tan. I drank very good white wine - Screaming Betty is delicious -, took my son to work one day and bribed him with Tim Horton’s flatbread. I went to Costco twice and booked a new tattoo, maybe two, or three.
*** Speaking of tattoos… my best friend forever, the one I know since we were both babies came out of the closed as a tattooed person! No, she didn’t get a lady bug on her wrist or a teeny tiny heart on her hip, she got two massive tattoos on her abdomen, so massive that they had to divide in sessions. . . . three sessions to be exact. And now I’m having fun having all sorts of tattoo chats with her and she says she’s finally being herself. ***
Leo and I watched the whole show The Osbournes - I remember watching it back in the day when I’d to go spend a fun weekend with my cousins in Camaquã. Rafa says Ozzy is that guy that says the eff word a lot but I think the world is missing out… what a personality! And if you didn’t have tears in your eyes when he sang Mama, I’m coming home for the very last time only 17 days before passing, you’re dead inside.
I had great chats, some over a glass of wine, others still in bed on the phone, and a very long one on a lily pad in a lake.
Of course, I debated if I should be happy when bad people got what they deserve. Karma, as we all know, is a bitch. And they do, they really.
And of course, I debated if should have sent a certain message but as it almost always happens, a carência é a mãe da roubada. I sent the message.
I many ran errands, read two long books, started a 3rd one, sang a song in French and celebrated 16 years (and counting) with Leo.
I went to the the cottage for the 3rd time, celebrated my 3rd year in the job that I love and (did I mention this before?) got a tan, but realized that I need to take more days off. Preferably on Fridays.
Often I feel tired of people. More often than not, people suck. BIG TIME. But no one can live and do everything alone, boring. I can’t be sure.
Am I ready for Fall? What’s the next book? Why my back hurts so much? Do I really need to go to the gym everyday? Why my father doesn’t give a shit? What to do if everything disappears? Why going back to the office 5 days a week? Don’t we all know people are happier when they can WFH? Don’t we know it’s better for the planet when people WFH? Why more than 2 glasses of wine affects my sleep now? Is is better to lease or to buy a car? Do I need a TV in the basement? Why Trump (and 100% of his followers) is such an dickhead? How come people with so little knowledge about _fill_the_blank_ are so confident? All rhetorical questions I suppose.
I’m in the category of smart people that like dumb things, so in that spirit Queen of Versailles is a “great” documentary if you consider yourself in that category. You can thank me later.
Bye,
Cla xox