Love Bob Fosse…
I love Morcilla. I really do. But man!!! She has cost me a fortune in replacing cords over the past year or so. Especially those damn iPhone5 “lightning” ones at 20€ a pop (she’s destroyed 4 of those already). As you can see, I try to tape them up if they haven’t been bitten right through, which sometimes works, for awhile. Likewise my iPod speaker deck has been rendered useless (placed an order for a new power cable today) and – yes Alison! – that’s the landline phone electric cable in the middle, neatly chomped in two (once again!). I don’t know where to get a new one of those – probably cheaper to just buy a new phone.
Thank goodness Morcilla only (ONLY!) goes for these really thin ones. The TV, computer and various lamp cords have – so far – remained untouched. Lucky for her she’s cute…
This week’s Friday Foto Finder challenge is “modern”
Andalucía gets over 300 days of sunshine per year.
These are two very modern ways of creating some much needed shade.
El Palmeral de las Sopresas in Málaga.
The Metropol Parasol in Sevilla.
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This made me sad and angry in equal amounts. What kind of fuckwit does this? Of course it’s all because years ago the local government issued licenses to several bars in this area (my barrio!), allowing them to stay open until 4 in the morning (and there’s another next to my house opens at 6 am – wtf?). Needless to say this attracts the kind of “select clientele” that commits these kinds of atrocities. Also, all of these bars are tiny, so people spill out into the street all night long, drinking, shouting, fighting, pissing, vomiting, vandalizing…
But this poor orange tree. It really does symbolise our broken barrio. So often since I moved here four years ago I’ve considered moving because of the noise and the “war zone” feeling the streets take on at night. But what about the residents who own their homes? It’s a terrible situation. A few months ago a neighbourhood association was formed, and we’ve been fighting city hall ever since. Meanwhile, I’m sure palms are being greased somewhere, and many of these bars selling cheap booze (often to minors) are probably also fronts for other illegal activities. Otherwise why don’t the police do anything?
Slow news day… :)
Since I got the new quilt (aka new cat toy) my old cotton bedcover has become the new sofa cover. Minimalist monochrome living room is now much brighter! Below you can see Loki trying to out-orange the new décor…
This photo was taken in May 2009 showing off my brand new chemo port. I remember how happy I was that they fit me in for this procedure before I had to resume chemo. Memories of collapsed veins and painful arms and hands…
Today I went for my monthly port cleaning and, while nothing wrong with that, I’d hoped that by now they’d have taken the darn thing out already. When I joined the five year club in November it felt like onwards and upwards. But I’m still waiting to have this thing removed, and I also need to have a colonoscopy this month (the 23rd) before the oncologist decides on what my future monitoring will be. PET scans every year? Every 8 months? We shall see.
Anyhow, I got a taxi over to the hospital this morning (a luxury I allow myself as I really HATE going to the hospital, so at least I can go in style and hang the expense). I was running a bit late today, though I got there at 12.40 (port cleaning hour is between 12 and 1 o’clock) and suddenly there was Manolo standing in the doorway when I skidded to a stop, arms crossed, tapping one foot, giving me The Look. So I said “WHAT? I still have 20 minutes!!” and then Manolo broke into a huge smile and led me to The Chair.
The procedure only takes about five minutes, but sometimes the port doesn’t cooperate and then I worry about blood clots or the nurse pushing air into my veins (I do, seriously). My favourite nurses are Manolo and Macarena. The latter because she is totally no-nonsense and the former because he always makes me laugh. Plus they are skilled at doing this – trust me, when I get a newbie I am a nervous wreck. Anyhow, there was Manolo scolding me for coming at the last minute, and I told him he was going to miss me after they take the port out. “Who else is always going to remind you to take care of the air bubbles??” I asked him. At which point Manolo burst into song, apparently something from his native Córdoba about a difficult “niña” (who, me?) …. and then it was done.
Then another nurse poked her head around the corner and said “another port cleaning!”. And I said to Manolo – “HA! I was not the last one and I expect you to scold this other latecomer as much as you scolded me!” I even made sure. As I was walking out and the other woman was walking in, I turned to Manolo and gave him the hand slicing gesture, winked at the woman, and Manolo went into full Manolo mode saying “what do you mean showing up at this time? you always get here LATE!” and we were all laughing. So I ended up leaving and really hoping it was going to be my last port cleaning, but also knowing I was going to miss Manolo.