Lots of people enjoying the sun this afternoon, though one stretch a bit empty, obviously because of the Dead Thing On The Beach.

Which turns out to be a large, slightly bloated dog.
How did it die? Where did it come from?
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Well, other than to let you guess whose iPad that is, and who normally sits there….

For six years, I’ve walked past this house whose past-prime quincho roof has reminded me of a mangy dog. It’s finally getting groomed, to stretch a simile. It appears the back half is nearing completion, and the facing side is being torn off.
What’s the deal with quincho? Glad you asked. Denise (“day-NEE-say”) has answered your question exhaustively (and perhaps exhaustingly; we have different styles) here.
I watered the yard today for the first time in a little while. I was surprised how dry everything was. I gave it all a good soaking.
Alas, the same can’t be said for the wooded areas east of here….

A few years ago, I bought a bath/back brush at Tienda Inglesa. By now, it was showing its age, so I went to check on getting another. 650 pesos, or over $20 US even with the “strong” dollar. The nice lady said it was Italian, and yes, expensive, but it would last forever. Properly explaining what I thought next seemed a little beyond my vocabulary at the moment.
Three weeks, and $4.02 US later (shipping included!), I have a replacement:

Better still, it was delivered to my door. No summons to the Customs office in Montevideo.
The bearings on my 6-year old wheelbarrow broke. You can’t replace them. You can’t buy a replacement wheel with the same size axle.
A South African guy named Geoff told me about buying a replacement wheel, then taking it to this guy who fabricated an axle to make it work on his wheelbarrow. So I went to buy the wheel, then after some discussion with the muchacho at the ferreteria (hardware store), decided it might be prudent to discuss it with Mr. Fixit, Luis, before purchasing it.
Luis said he could make a solution out of plastic that would solve the problem for a long time. Come back at the end of the day. So I did, to find custom-fabricated plastic bearings (they would be a T in cross-section, with perfectly fitting rubber grommets.
“Put a little grease on it when you put it back together,” he said, “and you’ll have no problem.”

And the cost? 200 pesos, around $7 US.
I must admit, my first post from two years ago now strikes me as sort of silly, because the nesting ice trays design now seems quite clever rather than flawed.
And perhaps my second post, almost a year ago, struck some people* as somewhat silly, when I considered it a miracle to find ice trays that worked and didn’t break. (FWIW, I kinda still do.)

Well, here you go, muchachos, the orange plastic ice trays from Disco in Carrasco (Montevideo), almost a year later, still releasing ice cleanly (85% of the time) and not breaking.

DTOTB=Dead Thing On The Beach. River dolphin. Note the posture of the two dogs.