Rastak’s Neighborhood

What a week.  This is my first post in over a week...well except the Photo Quest post.  Heard from my friend Matushka Elizabeth in Texas.  Dolly hit her town with a big bang.  A big tree went down near their church but they are all fine.  Haven't heard from TicTac yet...hope he is OK.

We are to get what is left of Dolly on Sat and Sun.  Hope we get the good Dolly and she brings us some gentle rain.

I haven't taken a sunset photo in weeks.  Been took busy as we have had wonderful sunsets this week and I haven't had time to take photos.  Tonight I pushed myself out the back door and got these photos...Enjoy, good night my VOX friends and neighbors.

 

 

 

 

I HIGHLY recommend this marinade from Trader Joe's. It was so good, I wanted to bathe myself in it and hop on a hot grill.  Okay, not really.  But it was so good my imagination got carried away. :)

O batizado do Lipe tá chegando. Será um dia antes do meu aniversário; dia 10 de agosto. Vamos batizá-lo na mesma capela em que nos casamos; Capela Nossa Senhora das Graças. Os padrinhos serão tia Leônia, Marcílio e Bia. A Dinda vai comprar um mandrião pra ele usar... A vovó Beinha disse que acha feio e que ele ficará parecendo uma menina, mas eu acho que não; acho que vai ficar parecendo um anjinho!!! Ainda estou decidindo o que daremos de lembrancinha; tô pensando num mini terço... Mas ainda tenho um tempinho pra decidir. Ah, tia Krika fará as fotos do batizado. Depois do batizado terá churrasco; pra comemorarmos o batizado e também o aniversário do vovô Jadir e meu.

Hoje Zito e eu decidimos que voltaremos a procurar uma casa pra nossa família; mesmo que ele continue viajando bastante e eu e o Lipe tenhamos que ficar sozinhos a maior parte dos dias...

 

TicTac  was asking about the placemat which the flowers are sitting on:   It is one of a set of six mats titled Fire & Water Dreaming - an Aboriginal Dreamtime collection.    This one is called Crocodile Dreaming - which seems quite appropriate for a dinner mat! 

   

Le phare d'Antifer culmine à 38 mètres du sol et à 102 mètres au niveau de la mer. C'est une dernière sentinelle pour les marins qui les éclairent dans la nuit. Mais c'est une sentinelle qui sort comme d'un bout du monde, déshumanisée car elle n'est plus sous le contrôle de l'humain mais d'automates.

I am a farmer who raise ducks and cows. The animals have a total of 9 heads and 26 feet. How many ducks and cows do I have?
Submitted by The BlueTie.

4 Cows and 5 Ducks

 

Dans la partie sud des falaises d'Etretat vers Antifer.

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I am a hopeless daydreamer, seriously, sometimes it is such a problem. Like when the teacher is talking about synk flash and I drift off to a time long ago and reenact some embarrassing moment and start to relive it in a different way, one that makes me the victor rather than the idiot. Unfortunately my mother is so socially awkward and this is what I get from her. I watched and learned form a bad teacher. I am not quick witted, my best come back lines happen long after the offending statement. I often obsess over a days social networking and kick myself all over for saying certain things, and not saying other stuff. what was I rambling about? Oh yeah, daydreams...
I remember how many flies are dead in the fluorescent light covers in my classromms growing up, there was another wonderful world in those lights from my 3rd grade classroom. (this was the grade where my daydreaming became a problem, well it was called out as a problem then anyway, it has alwyas been there) I saw a different wonderful place in those lights, that is where the flies were trying to get to, but they were not allowed, flies are kind of annoying even for imaginary worlds.
It was a land where parents got along well, no yelling or screaming, no leaving me behind for a new exciting life outside of my mothers world. No laying in bed all day long and crying expecting me, to get my sister up and ready for school, clean a house that was out of control, no following around my mother in tears wanting someone to help me practice for the spelling bee, I just did not want to be the first one to sit down this year.
In the Fluorescent light world, I was good at everything, I did not even need to practice spelling words. My pants fit me instead of being too short, my socks had heels built into them instead of always feeling backwards, I was proud of who I was, my teeth were white, and I could jump rope double dutch style without getting tangled up in the ropes lined with painful plastic beads. I was not ashamed of having to explain for the 100th time that my religion does not celebrate this holiday, in fluorescent light world, I got to make a valentines box with glitter and the paste that always smelled so much better than it tasted. I got to open all the hand made cards and read of love and friendship rather than knowing that I was that one kid that everyone labled as weird. I was not strange in fluorescent light world, I was just like everyone else, normal. We had enough money to buy regular food, not the black and white labled stuff with the stars across it for some sort of attempt at decoration. My clothes were new, I could take the tags off of them with scissors instead of carefully removing the staples from the thrift store tags, hoping that the strange smell from the previous owner would wash away. Most of the time they stayed with me for a while. In fluorescent light world I had a regular lunch ticket, not the special manilla colored free lunch one, I wanted the pink one like everyone else, I would also have the cute pencils like the other girls had, with all that glitter and cute animals on them. I would have a sticker book filled with google eyes and sparkles, glitter and puffiness, pizza stickers that smelled much better than what we had to eat at home and grape ones that smelled like lip gloss, kitties and puppies. My real sticker book was 6 pages of lined notebook paper stapled together and filled with banana stickers and the ripped smile face ones I would tear off of my classwork, if I got one at all.
In Fluorescent world I was happy.
*SLAM!!!!* I look down slightly to see my teachers scornful eyes in front of my desk. Here I was, embarrassed again. I can hear the snickers of the other kids laughing because I was drifting off again and after having my name repeated several times, I did not respond. I was somewhere else. I begin to cry, because I was that girl. I cried a lot. I would be sent to the principals office again, he would threaten to give me a swat with the giant wooden paddle if I did not pay attention in class. He would start to lecture me about what I needed to do differently, then out of the corner of my eye I see it, the pattern of dead flies on the inside of the plastic light cover. I stare into it and I am embraced by all, I am again in fluorescent light world. Happy.