My good friend on the 14th floor, whose sink I severed my finger off in, has one of those strange little squat-body vacuum robots.  I was visiting her one afternoon when she showed it to me.  It was the cutest little thing but I thought, No way would it be of any use.  But just the fact it is a new movement in the technical area (on my ignorant level), I looked closer at it.

I ended up buying one since they have been on the market long enough to establish a good product.  The one I purchased from Amazon had the best reviews and price.  It is the DEEBOT.  Below is what it looked like after assembly.I sat it in its little charger home and a few days later decided to see if it was worth the purchase.  Using the remote control that came with it, I sent it off on its intended duty to clean the dining and living areas.  It took only a few minutes for it to get lost under the dining-room table amongst the chair legs.  I think it saw it as a dense forest.  So, I pulled all the chairs out so it will be able to finagle its way through.  Below is a video of it when it first comes alive. (one of the days, I need to figure out how to embed the videos directly into the post – if any of you little ones know how, please let me know)

Waking Up

And I like the way it will busily go about its work.  I like it going under the couch and love seat, looking for anything Camila missed while vacuuming.

Busy Busy

It took about an hour and then went back to its little charger home.  I picked it up like a flat little turtle and took it to the utility room and emptied its dust bin.  I was surprised what it had picked up on its task.  After only one run, it collected this:I am impressed and I will run it once a week.  I would fire Camila if this thing would empty the trash, clean the bathrooms, clean the kitchen and change the sheets on the bed.  Additionally, Camila is a bit better looking, as she like most Brazilians have cleavage.

But I like this little critter and will use it once a week.  … after Camila does her part.

Kick butt, go for any adventure Life puts in front of you, but remember ….  breathe.  D.

 

Luckily, these two items are not related.

I was in Porto Alegre last week, and got to see a new little baby.  Remember in a recent post about a young lady named Alice who just had her little one, whom they named Olivia?  Well, I got to see Momma and daughter when I was there.  And more importantly, got to hold the little one.This may be deceiving, but the baby is actually outside her body stuck under the wrap thing, and quite comfortable.When I held her, she was not comfortable at all.

Alice is also an expert cheese cake maker.  She likes to make a cheese cake when I am there, but this time, it was for a good man’s birthday.Now, the gory part ….

During the past two years that I became a Pumpkin Pie Master,  Hot Wing Master and MasterBeaner, I have acquired some nice sharp knives.  I envision that some day, I will be able to take knives and throw them in the air like they do on the cooking shows, but for now it is not the time in my life to be careless with sharp knives.  But I do keep them very sharp with a 15º edge, not the 20 from the manufacturer.

Last week, my friend on the 14th floor asked me to bring one of my knives to cut a hunk of frozen cheese in quarters for her.  No Problem I sez.  I have the knives to do it with.  Afterwards, I gently cleaned the knife in her sink and noticed there was red stuff in the water.

“What the heck.” I said.  “Where is this red color coming from?”  About this time, I began to notice my finger tip started feeling bad.  “What the heck.” I repeated.

Well, I took a slice off the end of my finger and I could not get it to stop bleeding.  My friend had some Cayenne pepper which is good for cuts as it closes the capillaries.  Unfortunately, my capillaries did not know this.  So, I wrapped it up in a paper towel and went home.I sat out on my balcony with a good cigar and book for about an hour.  When I went in for something, I noticed blood dripping out from the paper towel.  It took several hours for this little slice to stop bleeding.  But it finally quit and I placed a bandage on it to keep it from draining all my blood away.And now a week later …The offending knife is in the background.

If it took that long for a small slice to quit bleeding, I wonder how long it would have taken if I had cut my finger clean off.  Or my head!!

Be careful with knives.  Someone could get their head cut off.

I stopped by the Guimas Bar on the way home to have a drink and to watch the local fauna.  Luciano talked me into drinking a caipirinha, which is a Brazilian drink that has much more alcohol than I like.  Foolishly I had two.

After awhile, a young lady came to my table and said, “They told me you are from Texas and I want to practice my English with you.”

Now, in Texas, she would be referred to as a young thang.

She said her name is Karen and told me she is not shy.  Then pointing to a young man sitting inside, told me her friend is Eduardo and he is shy, and he teaches English.  We talked a few minutes about her life and she asking things about the US, and eventually she rejoined her friend.  Later as they got up to leave, she dragged him over to meet me.  We spoke a few minutes and enjoyed the conversation.

When I meet new people like this I think of my incredible Mother who loves everyone, so I asked them if I can take a picture for her.  No one has ever refused.  So, here is a picture of me, Karen and Eduardo :

Then Karen asked if she can make a movie for my mother and I responded with a very big smile.  Check it out :    Kisses from Brazil

Someone be sure and help MotherDear view it.

I find these to be very good people and have decided to meet and visit from time to time.   Another adventure on the road of Life.

 

One of the nice things about living in a large city, is the variety of “ready to eat” food.  Sao Paulo is like New York City, where you walk along any downtown sidewalk and see/smell food vendors.

I came home the other day tired and wore out.  The weather was wet and chilly and I just felt rundown.  Landed on the couch for about an hour, then woke up to a phone call.  I had to go back to the Consulate to make a repair.

As I was heading home for the second time, it was dark and wet.  I passed by a small restaurant that was grilling meat outside, and just decided to get something to take home.

The sausage and frango (chicken) cost about a dollar each.  I thought I was going to have to warm them up when I got home, but they were so well wrapped, I actually had to let them cool down before eating.  The sausage thrown on a slice of bread with mustard was perfect!  The three chicken wingettes were eaten the next day.

A few weeks ago, I went to my favorite restaurant/bar for lunch and I told Luciano I just wanted something small.  He said in his broken English, “I have!”  Since there being the most interesting language barrier between us, the outcome was unexpected.  He brought me this.

Three porkchops, rice, fries and beans.  Much more than I wanted, but I grew up not saying “no” to food and ate every bit of it.

Years ago after a big Thanksgiving dinner, I de-boned the bird’s carcass for Terese like I always did.  She took the meat and placed it in a blender with mayonnaise and spices and made sandwich spread.  It is the perfect solution to leftover turkey.  When you want, just slap some on a slice of bread, roll it over and gobble it down.  … notice the word gobble.

It was such a successful idea, that Terese would make a pork roast and turn the whole thing into sandwich spread.  I was always elated!  So, the other day, I bought something in the frozen food section of the supermarket I shop at, and decided to make the Terese Sandwich Spread.  (TSS)  Luckily, it was a pork thing I was hoping for.

So, I dug out the blender that Terese used, chopped up the cooked pork roast into blender size pieces, and placed in the carafe.  Added a whop of mayonnaise, heavy sprinkling of garlic powder and decided to add some cheese I needed to get rid of.

I pushed the button to churn the ingredients, the machine came alive and the contents just sat there.  Didn’t even try to move.  I checked it out and found the lower section had broken internally.  Not a pretty picture.

So ….  since the blender is also a juicer, I changed out the components and transferred the ingredients over to the juicing carafe.  The whirling worked, but I had to keep stabbing the mixture to keep the chopping going.  What I had when I finished, was not so much as a spread, but a goo with large chunks of cheese embedded in it.   * Note to self, next time shred the cheese.

The goo will not be wasted, and I have already ordered a replacement blender.

Now the Damn Dogs …

I just wanted to let you know, that my accuracy has gone from 10% to 80%.  And I can now fire the marbles out of my bedroom, instead of my balcony when I can be seen.  Just this morning, the DD’s started barking at some poor innocent little widow woman hobbling by.  I eagerly opened my bedroom window, and sent a marble near the speed of light to the pet shop garage below.  The two dogs took off to the back area to see it if was something to eat.  Bottom line is:  They quit barking and left the old woman alone.

There are times in life when you realize the hero within yourself.

For those of you who are unaware of this thought provoking story, I lead you to this:  https://www.dknolte.com/2018/04/05/damn-dogs/

The State Department has realized that I need an assistant.  If you remember in Turkey, I had two RSTs.  (Regional Security Technicians).  In Ethiopia, I had four of them.

I interviewed two gentlemen last week for the position. One was over qualified, but had no experience in the equipment I work with, and the other had less experience, but did have the experience needed.  So, I chose him.  His name is Wilson.  He was nervous at the interview, because I am a scary looking fellow.

So, in a month or more, I will have a helper that will make my job easier.  He still has to go through the medical and security checks.

And on a heavier note, I helped the Marines on a WingFest.  Do you want to see what 50 kilos (110 lbs) of wings look like?

And after they were cooked, plain, hot and BBQ.

Okay.  More later as the world moves on.  Kick butt and grab the next adventure.  … just remember to stop and breathe.

Nothing.  Other than they are all in this posting.

At the embassies and consulates around the world, we have what is referred to as FEBR products.  That stands for Forced Entry, Ballistics Resistant.  Basically, it is bullet glass that can also survive most explosions.

This week, we had a technician come in from Montevideo to change one out.  Afterwards, I placed it at a warehouse for disposal and took some pictures of it for you.  Not your average glass.  The front half is layered glass and the opposite side is plastic glazing.  It is 2¼ “ thick.   But it looks less than an inch when you look through it.The cost of the window, including shipping and installation, is close to $10,000.  An expensive window but these save many lives.  In the image below, which I got off the Internet is what one looks like after a blast.  If anyone was on the other side, they survived.                                                @}-}–

I guess I am somewhat of a geek, although I feel that term is best used to describe my youngest son.  I have dealt with electronics since my oldest brother sent me a book on Basic Electronics, followed with defective electronic parts from the company he worked for, Control Data Corporation.

A few years ago I purchased an Amazon Echo and have expanded ever since.  When I was a small little stink, I imagined how cool it would be to turn things on with a simple push-button, instead of a light switch.  I never dreamed of a day where I can do that, except with my voice.

I now have several of the Amazon Echos in the apartment and are using them more and more.  I also have the Google version of it, but use it mostly for information. I have a third type coming, hopefully this year that has facial recognition and develops a personality, so when I walk in the apartment, he/she will know it’s me, and I am told it is supposed to see whether I am tired, grumpy or happy, etc.  I am kinda not banking on that happening.  I always look mad and grumpy.  Kinda like my brother Gary.

Amazon constantly updates the Echo, and I can now have it use a different language.  Some can actually speak French.  They have options for British and Australian English, and since I love the British female voice, I changed it.  But as in real life, I have a hard time understanding it, so, I switched to Australian English.  But evidently, she expects me to speak that way, so it has become difficult in giving her commands.  I will change them back.

The air conditioner in my bedroom turns on at 9:30 in the evening to cool the room down for sleep.  At 3am, the air conditioner turns off but the fan continues.  Then at 5:00, it shuts off completely.

No one in their right mind loves waking up.  As a kid, my mother would “rudely” turn the light on in the bedroom.  After many years, I feel that is the reason I have to wear sunglasses on a sunny day.  I remember once, I replaced the light bulb with a lovely celestial blue light.  I don’t remember the outcome, but I know it went back to the harsh incandescent white.  But currently, my bedroom Echo wakes me at 5:45 with the Christmas song of O’ Come, O’ Come Emmanuel.  Light and Heavenly.

After enjoying the lovely music, and I’m ready to get out of bed in a few minutes, I can say, Echo, turn on the coffee.  And she does; and when I get up, it is hot and fresh.

I have a china hutch with a light that I use for a night-light in the dining area.  At sunset, it will turn on; and then at sunrise the next morning, it will turn off.  Same with my little Turkish light in my bathroom.  And I don’t have to do anything, but smile and look pretty.

I have trained my Echos appropriately.  I can say, Alexa, what is the greatest country on earth?  And she will truthfully say, Texas!  Terese always had a phrase to tell people when the world moves too fast.  Simply, “Remember, breathe.”  So, when I  ask Alexa, what do I need to remember?  She will say, “To breathe.”

Another device that hit the market years ago, are robot vacuum cleaners.  I cannot imagine one doing any good, but I saw one in action a few weeks ago at a friend’s house, and was a bit surprised.  I am finding more and more people getting them, so I spent time checking reviews and prices and found one.  I will get it maybe next week and will try it out and give a full report.  Too bad the Damn Cat isn’t around to fear it.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, the restaurant I called the Ugly Brown Barn had jambalaya every other Friday. Now that the place is closed, I decided to try my hand at making it.  I ordered two different seasoning packs and cooked both of them today to see which one was best.  Here is the meat before going into the pot:Chicken, sausage and popcorn shrimp.  And the finished product is below.They came out well, and I will take samples to my friend at work and let him see which one is best.

Will visit more later.  Kick butt and take any adventure you can. … and don’t forget to breathe.    D.