The day started with my mom knocking at our door at 6 am because “you were so quiet we thought you’d died.” While I understand the impulse… they thought we’d died both at once? unlikely. I think I swore at her, but fortunately she doesn’t understand English, and also I was so sleepy it probably came out as unngggghn.
I have been up about an hour and a half. Another cold and rainy day to the point I swiped one of mom’s outdoor coats to wear inside. Agatha Christie says Americans, used to central heating, feel the cold more than Europeans, and she’s not wrong. It feels wrong to be freezing indoors.
The weather has been drizzly and overcast, which to be fair is normal weather for the North of Portugal. If you wondered at those descriptions of the Napoleonic wars, some of which made it sound like it was a tropical paradise and some of which made it sound like cold and rainy all the time, the answer is “yes.” In the North it’s cold and rainy and unpleasant until July/August when it’s suddenly very hot, dry, and semi-tropical.
Even so, this year is unusually cool, it seems to me — well, it’s unusually cool at home. It seems we left under snow the last day of April and will go back to icy rain two weeks into May — which mind you it’s a high in the fifties. It just feels colder because of the rain and the humidity. Of course, my skin is loving it.
Curiously, looking online some time ago, I found that the region of Maia, thus named by the Romans was initially Maida i.e. “The wet and fertile place.” As far as early Middle ages, inhabitants called themselves Maidaenses. I only found this interesting since at least some Indian language calls parks “Maidan” (as it was what the English called it when in India.)
I decided it was a good day to iron, while mom is out shopping, but while I was ironing the electricity went out. I don’t know if it’s the house or the region, as I can make no sense of their board. Remember this is the board that was forced on them because it goes down with less use. For all I know it went down with the ironing board.
One of the things I’ve been noticing here is that all the crazy sh*t Californians dream up is taken like gospel truth is. I had to fight for table salt, EVEN THOUGH I ALWAYS HAVE LOW BLOOD PRESSURE and actually lose salt (which is how I ended up in the hospital some years ago) and Mom — damn it — knows this, because “Salt will kill you.”
It’s like cargo cult modernity and there’s nothing as “modern” as fracking Cali, so they believe everything that comes out of there as the “new great way to be.”
There is almost nothing low sugar or low carb, but by gum, it’s almost impossible to find a no no-fat yogurt. This in a country where the ice cream isle is two isles and has stuff never dreamed of in the US.
Guys, we’re going to have to put a silencer on California. They’re screwing up the rest of the world.
And now I’ll get off line before my computer runs out of charge.