Strange moto

Just ain’t raht. Imagine going through a mud puddle on it.

It begins again.

The first “lightweight” German camper of the season.

Strange tracks in the sand

No footprints. So what was it? How did it move?

She

Since our neighbors opened their minimercado a year ago. their outside summer-shade sitting area has increasingly become a repository of store-related items, including this display case, which fortunately I see only when I get close to the wall.

That face. I absolutely do not like that face. The pinched smirky mouth. The eyebrows that seem raised, as if she sees something surprising in you. But not pleasant, because she’s not smiling. And those bulging eyes. Remind me of, yeah,

alleged school shooters.

And now I want to know if she’s a real person. Does she have a firearm? Is she on prescription drugs?

Spirulina bread! It’s great because…

…when you spread jam on fresh toast it tastes like pond scum…

…no worrying about whether it’s moldy, because you’ll never be able to tell.

Definitely bolsters my faith in humanity to know that someone, somewhere, thought this was a good idea.

As if Hotmail isn’t bad enough

I ordered a chivito for delivery from Restaurante Don Vito, and it came with the thermal-ink printout inside the box with the food. Since thermal ink is toxic, and Argentine thermal ink (presumably this) is 90 times more toxic than what is allowed in Europe, I reported this to the email address on their web site. Which bounced.

So I went by and explained both issues, received an apology, and was given the correct email address, which fortunately the lady read aloud to me. Because…

…seriously?

I mean really, SERIOUSLY?

Quite the flight path

On the dog walk, a small twin engine jet went over quite low, headed northeast, which would mean maybe Porto Alegre as its destination. I thought I might look at FlightRadar24 when I got back, but forgot all about it until the same plane flew overhead, equally low, heading southeast out over the water.