"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Monday, August 06, 2007



Probably, the food from yesterday's lunch. Delicious, but fats-plus...
I'm already on my second cup of pitanga leaf tea, from the pitanga tree I have growing in a pot on my veranda. (pitanga leaf tea is a divine remedy for belly-ache-blues!)

Nausea&intestinal colic is first cousin to seasickness:
Even the name causes a certain suffereing: ... naaAUusea... ... naaaAAAUUUuusea...

The only thought is to die quickly to get out of that living, sickening, hell...
And once over, one simple dosen't know what the fuss was all about!
It is like childbirth, or at least mine...
Unbearable at the time; but one survives. The auto-delete then comes on, and we go on to have one or two more!

1 comment:

  1. É... pelo jeito dá mesmo pra comparar ao parto... Antes do tal, o prazer... depois o AFEEEE... e no fim.. fica td bem. Bela coida, porem, gordura-plus.. affee (nause e enjoo).. mas depois td fica bem!
    Adoro seus textos... tao bem humorados! hihihi!