i’m just taking one of my scheduled one hour breaks.

Here’s a shot of us in our upstairs bedroom/loft practicing our instruments. I’m pretty fantastic on the bongos, and Ned plays jazz clarinet.

We have a couple of pet birds. Mine is named Sammy and can speak monkey and human words like you wouldn’t believe!
Ned’s bird is named Ramona.

Take a look at my chopper! It’s my prized possession. Ned sometimes rides along side
of me on his Vespa, but I have to go so slow that my high powered engine
almost dies. I sometimes let him ride on the seat behind me.

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We went on a quest to find our own bulldog after watching that You Tube. We
discovered a bulldog rescue home where old circus bulldogs retire. Ringo, that’s
the name that he was already given, was a circus dog specializing in chasing
clown cars. It was love at first sight, and Ringo is ours.

The parade started early in the day, and we really enjoyed it. We started to get
jostled by the ever increasing rather “lively” crowd, so we made our way up
to the top of a high tree to watch the rest of the action. Ned took a nap once
in a while, and I fell into a trance, because after a while, waves of topless
human women with big feathered hats undulating through the streets of Rio
becomes a bit boring. Crazy Brazilians!