On the way home I stopped to pick up a test result for my check-up. (I go back to the cardiologist tomorrow.) The clinic is next to a bank, so since there’s no parking at the clinic and it was after hours, I parked in front of the bank. Continue reading
On the way back from lunch, I misstepped on an uneven sidewalk (that’s a redundancy in Brazil) and took a spill headlong. My right knee took the worst of it, with bruises and bloody scrapes. My blessing was that my beautiful face suffered no abrasions, stopping within a hairs breadth of the concrete. I also have bruised palms and chest. I’ll be sore for a few days, but that should be the worst of it.
Mike H., Mr BBQ himself, will say it was all punishment for going to the vegetarian restaurant.
On my way to lunch (I was on foot today), I ran into … The Missus and The Maiden. They’d bought fruits and vegetables at the open-air market (feira livre) next to Santos Dumont Park, always on Tuesdays, and were carrying their purchases to the car. How neat is that? Continue reading
Our sister in Christ, Socorro, just called me and said her husband Paulo hit a person in his car this morning about 6:30 a.m., on his way to work, resulting in the person’s death.
The person stepped out in front of his car, and he was unable to swerve away. Continue reading