If you hail from, and live in, a place where building construction techniques have changed in the last couple centuries, you may be thinking, “oh, interesting. I wonder when mold season is in Uruguay?”
But, no, it‘s an inside joke for locals. When is mold season in Uruguay?
All. Damn. Year.
Meet my new BFF: cloro puro, not the overpriced, diluted crap sold in orange bottles (which have their own recycle container at the local waste processing/recycling operation). In this case no doubt sold in a recycled bottle.
Remembering Syd’s tales of protective eye wear and scrubbing ceilings black with mold, I realize I had it relatively easy the last couple days (wasn’t even this bad), but it has been a bit of work. 1.5 liters of bleach consumed yesterday and today, and much of yesterday ended up consumed in the entirely enjoyable project of helping one of my son’s friends (early twenties) build a 6′ high bookshelf (the event also involved the death of the circular saw I bought for $40 from one of Syd‘s strange tenants [our only tenants turned out stranger still] AND a Hyundai angle grinder that went up in smoke for no apparent reason).
Simple accounts lead to stories and more stories and more than you need to know. Perhaps another time.
Have you ever used Damprid? Damprid.com When I first moved to Miami my house didn’t have central air and it is so humid here. I put them in the closets. Worked pretty well.
They do sell moisture-absorbing products here, but I think they’re more like the silica packs you get with electronics, better suited for small, sealed spaces like a plastic box for shoes. We have splits (ac/dehydrator/heating units upstairs, and a wood stove in the open area downstairs. Since the casita is now unoccupied, I have a dehumidifier on a timer (off during peak power rates) there, and now run one 8-9 hours/day in the downstairs room I use as an office, a dead-end in terms of ventilation.