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Don't panic, but it's Scorpio season

Tuesday 23rd October ushered in Scorpio season - the sign of death and rebirth, intensity and passionate convictions, and a time when all signs, not just those born under this sign, can regenerate and be reborn.

That would be nice, wouldn't it? Happy birthday to everybody.

I'll be back anon, I have some cynicism and ennui to go bury.










wave
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Raining again

Welcome to Sunny Spain they said
320 days of sunshine a year they said
Meanwhile I had to put the light on in the kitchen to see to make coffee moping
and it is dark and dank and drizzling and dreary and dreich and

oh, dreich? a Scottish word. Definition - A combination of dull, overcast, drizzly, cold, misty and miserable weather. At least 4 of the above adjectives must apply before the weather is truly dreich. Yup, it's dreich.

sigh

Roll on next week when the sun comes back, and at least it will come back, in Scotland this would be it until about March.

Another sigh. sigh

You can see this isn't an English website, there's no category for weather. Or an emoji for a nice cuppa tea.

coffee
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Odd couple

I met these people, and for all I know they met on CS although that would be a fantastic coincidence and, if they read this blog, a little embarrassing. So I shall say nice things. They ARE nice.

He is, I don't know, middle-aged, very fit and bronzed, good-looking, with a drop-dead-gorgeous French accent for the perhaps 2 dozen English words he knows. Which is about as many French words as I know. He does also speak a little Spanish. About as much as I do. That's really not a lot of Spanish.

She is a little younger, mid to late forties? extremely attractive, Spanish, lives a few hours up the coast from here. She speaks no French and no English.

They are staying a week. Would you go away on holiday with someone you basically couldn't understand or speak to except in the most general of terms? For a week?
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Opera blog

RIP Montserrat Caballé, one of the great singers from my new country. She was 85

Don't imagine many opera buffs in CS but some may remember the opening ceremony of the Barcelona Olympics in 1992 - not live, as Freddie Mercury had died the year before. The video is "Barcelona" being performed in 1988. Piss off your neighbours, play it really loud.

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hyperbole

No-one gets disappointed any more - they are devastated
No-one has unpleasant experiences any more - they are traumatized
Everything that happens is the worst - or the greatest - thing that ever happened EVER
Not a story comes out that doesn't need a little extra spin to take it over the top. Them's the rules.
And people can no longer disagree on anything without it turning into WW3 and tears before bedtime.

I'm having a not great day, my school link has crashed and keeps crashing, it's on the college end but still a bit of a bugger because I really want that teaching income right now. Lots of expenses popping up out of the woodwork all at the same time, you know how it goes, they always come in threes.

I'm not devastated, or traumatized, but you know what? I think I should be. There's obviously something wrong with me

moping

I shan't feel right until I feel truly shattered.
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Comparing the mangle to a glove filled with porridge

Handshakes fascinate me. I think mine is ok, but then I would. Some offer just the fingers, or the vrot (rotting) banana. Some seize a hand as if ringing in the new year.

I'm never sure whether to adjust my handshake to the other person. If I'm offered a glove filled with porridge, for instance, there's that second when I have to decide whether I still squeeze. (And will their eyes pop if I do laugh). If they're mangling, do we turn it into a version of the arm-wrestle until one of us is forced to his or her knees ...

And did you ever shake hands with either of your parents and realize to your surprise they favour a different style? THAT was weird uh oh

I looked on Google and there are dozens of variations, who knew. There's the handshake that asserts, the one that shows total lack of interest, the con-artist (over-long and seeking to dominate) and the passive personality. A hand offered palm up seeks domination, a hand offered palm down seeks to dominate.

Two things I never thought about - the 'senior' person must always offer their hand first - don't force a handshake on a potential employer (I don't think I ever have uh oh) and one social guideline insisted the handshake is maintained - and pumping - all the time you are exchanging names. I know I tend to be a quick-drop, not a lingerer. (Unless I suddenly realize I have to go through the entire complicated 'dancing' handshake of Africa.)

Obviously we all think our own handshake is right, wondered though what you assume about the person offering a 'different' shake dunno (Apart of course from the palm tickle giggle)

Now I live in kissy-kissy land and have learned not to stick my hand out or I find myself poking someone in their stomach as they swoop in for the airkiss on either cheek. That's an issue in itself. Kiss air, touch skin, plant a smacker ... help
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Meanwhile here in Spain

Yesterday I was in Orgiva, a small town in the Alpujarras and did have my camera. I'm not a good photographer, though.

Pics - Orgiva is hot enough to shade its main street - I do enjoy the effect when towns do.

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This particular bit of road is watched over by this gent. I have no idea who he is. I did walk round him looking for a plaque.

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The reason I was in Orgiva was to put my 9-year-old UK car through the first and vital stage of becoming a 9-year-old Spanish car - the ITV test. Since its last MOT in the UK it has driven to and around Spain, been used as a mini truck for building supplies, lived in the street and been bumped and scraped and peed on by dogs and crapped on by birds and not had a single service. It passed. Damn I love this car.

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The ITV station is not in Orgiva, but nearby in the mountains. I don't know what other advantages the site may have but the view is good while you wait your turn laugh

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and now for something completely different. I live in a town, without a garden, and the townhouse has 10 foot walls. I have some plants in my atrium, at least 40 yards from the nearest garden, and they have been there a couple of months. These chives have died and I think this is the culprit but - how the hell did he get here?

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dunno confused

I did say I'm not a good photographer.
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Giraffe in snow

REALLY starting to worry about Eks now. Hoping all SA bloggers affected by blizzards are keeping well-wrapped up and warm hug

This pic one of several taken by a photographer called Kitty Viljoen near Graaff-Reinet (Eastern Cape) - fab photo, frightening implications. Hope this is a fleeting situation, I was in my 20s when it snowed early in September (spring in the southern hemisphere) and JHB came to a joyful stop but it was just a couple of days. In other words, doesn't happen often.


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It's official. Australians are the best men to meet.

This is a dinkum Australian love poem, and if it don't bring a lump to your throat, and have you rushing to the Strine men listed here on CS, you're one fussy old cow is all I can say.


Of course I love ya darlin'
You're a bloody top-notch bird
And when I say you're gorgeous
I mean every single word

So ya bum is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin' there to grab

So your belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round there

No Sheila who’s your age
Has such perky breasts
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did ya best

I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think it’s very sexy
That you've got dimples on ya thighs

I swear on me Nanna's grave now
The moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get

No matter what you look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the cricket’s on
And fetch me another beer!

Brought a lump to my throat, it did. Here's your beer, pet. smitten
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"They say such nice things about people at funerals

that it makes me sad I'm going to miss mine by just a few days" (Garrison Keillor)

Ok, a lot will depend how or when you kick the bucket. Be drunk and driving the world's most famous divorcee through a tunnel in Paris and you won't get a parade. The divorcee in question, though, went overnight from being jeered at and mocked for her behaviour, to near sainthood. wow

Bill Cosby would have had a fantastic funeral 10 years ago, back when he was still remembered as the TV-watching world's favourite father.

Not all love the dearly departed - when the subject first rose (a while before she died) about former UK PM Margaret Thatcher being given a state funeral, the ever-bitter Scottish comedian Frankie Boyle said why spend the money, just give every Scot a spade and we'd dig down far enough to hand her over to Satan in person. (As a hybrid Tory I would have smacked him on the head with the spade and handed it back, but that's by the by)

Of course there are porkies told. Itchy said in one blog she thought she'd gone to the wrong funeral.

And the reason I thought I'd blog about it (you knew there'd be a reason eventually roll eyes) is that we describe ourselves here as we want to be seen, and if we abruptly stopped logging in forever tomorrow, leaving our profile up, that's how we'll be remembered in this funny little cyber world.

If real-life friends or family read those profiles after we shuffle off this mortal coil, wonder how many would learn something about us, how many would agree, how many would think wow, who knew he / she was such a fibber ... uh oh

Okay no-one is going to rush off to re-word their profile into a eulogy. But if there's anything you'd not want forgotten (or would want taken into consideration, yer Honour) ...

ADDED after first exchange. Hey, could be interesting to see what others say when asked to sum up our lives in a positive way. Can't see that going nuclear in ANY way. roll eyes Maybe not.
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Interacting

Turns out that communicating with others literally affects our health more than diet, exercise, even our addictions.

Seeing my interaction in Spain mainly consists of a cheery 'hola!' and cheesy grin while I'm marching my dog round the streets, or going into shops with a hesitant 'necesito ...' + point / mime, I guess I am stuck with popping in here every now and then. Biggest incentive I have yet for learning Spanish and getting out and meeting more people, mind

grin

I will be logging back in to make health-improving comments (#HIC) at regular intervals on this and other blogs. I wonder what the best dosage is? Make 3 comments, 4 times a day?

Here's that study
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N0AsFGCjkA&t=3s


If you don't or can't follow the link - the lassie postulates that social intergration is more important to longevity / quality of life than family, quitting smoking / drinking, de-stressing, doing exercise, maintaining healthy weight, diet, even clean air. Scary thought.
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Jeremiah

Listen, if you get a friend request from a guy called Jeremiah, it's okay to accept.

He's a bullfrog, and a good friend of mine.

head banger


















Today's earworm courtesy of Biff grin
If you are puzzled, go to first comment and be swiftly returned to a rather nice decade.
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