The gods are crazy

Dear grandmother,

D. Memory knocks on us at the door daily. Not everyone has the ability to remember the good things. Many, even with the passage of time, prefer (about) to live in thinking about bitterness and sad things.

I remember, in my youth, I saw a movie whose title was: The gods must be crazy. A comedy that happened on an African tribe after a chicken bottle was launched from a plane. Its inhabitants consider it a gift from the gods. The bottle generates a series of conflicts and adventures. As such, the leader of the tribe decides to return the strange object to the gods to restore peace in the place.

I have no idea if the gods are crazy. However, I think crazy we are with the oscillation of temperatures and meteorological phenomena that are emerging! A few days of very hot, others of a lot of rain. A few days with storms others with winds that bring us sands of the desert of Sahara, leaving the sky sometimes orange, sometimes yellow, instead of the blue we so much desired.

There are also who is neglected regarding climate change… Imagine.

I miss the times when storms had no names. In which, by this time, we had already packed our winter clothes and we had all walked with lighter, and colorful clothes.

An instability that continues. In a few days, sun, heat, rain and even snow, in some places. So no one understands yourself!

As if we didn’t arrive we are “bombarded” 24 hours a day with so many debates. What a despair!

To compensate for this imbalance caused by meteorology and elections, we have to drown the sorrows in almonds (of various types), chocolate eggs, follar and other temptations.

Fortunately they do not rain bottles of soda. At least so far.

Good Easter.

Kisses

Dear grandson,

Don’t tell me anything!

So it seems that Martinho liked our land so much that he went to his friend Núria and convinced her to come here…

She liked it so much that she called her friend Olivier….

Let’s walk this as long as when, do you know how to tell me?

Seriously: I would like to know why the international meteorological organization chooses these names to designate storms… I’m still waiting for an Alice to arrive – and then I complain.

I do not know anyone named Martinho – but I have a friend Nunia! And in Madeira one of the most popular names is numb! Why don’t they call them, let it see, Reinaldina, Gertrudes, Dejanira, such a name?

But that’s it, it’s enduring bad weather and cheerful face. And to say that we are already in spring, although it seems nothing!

I remember, when I was a girl, to be at this time that we arranged all our hottest facts and coats and in their place we have the lightest! The stations were then very right: cold in winter, very hot in summer and seasoned in spring. In the spring we used the facts of mid -season, as it was said. Now …

This is so bad, but so bad, that even at the seasons we can trust. In the morning we arrived at the window, looked out and so we know what season we are. (In that place, of course – on Earth right next door can be different).

And now I’ll enjoy an open and go to the market – where I know is a friend waiting for me, because on her street makes a splendid sun.

I will take the opportunity to make the latest Easter purchases.

See if we gain strength to overcome all this and get more encounter.

I don’t eat too much. You’re no longer going to new, as you know.

Good Easter.

Kisses