In a tree. In the woods. Because of course.
And it’s pretty high, out of my reach. Did kids manage to throw it up there? Someone else? Why?
Ah, what would life be without unanswered questions?
Pool ladder.
Author: doug
Acacias in bloom
As with the previous cold dwelling, it may look warm but anything but—temperature never got out of the 40s°F (<10°C), and a biting wind. But sun!
A dwelling in winter
Almost sunset. Temperature has dropped from 12°C to 8°C (54-46°F) as night approaches. No visible source of heat, unlike the neighbors’ smoky chimneys. Masonry construction; insulation unlikely. No sign this evening of young kids I often see playing.
The lighting is nice, but any suggestion of warmth is purely illusionary.
You decide:
In the winter, their surroundings are equally pretentious, but very uncomfortable, for the houses of Montevideo are as frigid as the white marble in which they are finished. The people believe artificial heat unhealthy, and in this city, which is as large as Washington, and quite as cold, there is not a furnace or a steam-heating plant. During cold snaps, a hostess often receives dressed in furs, with her hands in a muff and her feet on a hot-water bottle, and gentlemen and ladies come to state dinners in over-coats and fur capes.
Double-faced fruit trees
Sometime after planting fruit trees, someone with much more experience pointed out that the nasty spiked branches would never produce fruit, because they weren’t part of the fruit-bearing portion of the plant.
Instead, they were suckers growing from the root stock. You can sort of see where the two join, and there’s the sucker below.
The junction is much clearer on our lemon tree.
Lesson is: they are nasty things, obviously well worth removing!
Symphony in an onion
A new old truck
I stopped to take a picture of the truck which recently appeared, but the scene reminds me why I like Atlántida. Visually, it’s a varied and interesting place. Not dull for a moment.
Happy dawgz!
Raw meat for the doggos – 2.5 kilos (5.5 lbs) each of meaty bones and chicken gizzards (menudos) and 1.2 kg (2.6 lb) of beef heart. US $15 for all. Heart the most expensive at about US $2.25/lb. Seems like a good investment.
In the background milk (yes, in a plastic bag) for another batch of yogurt, and cilantro for another batch of salsa Mexicana. And flour tortillas: I’m OK making pizza and bagels and such, but the idea of making flour tortillas hasn’t grabbed me. Maybe one day. Sure, they look easy enough…but doesn’t everything on the internet? (Here’s looking to you, it’s-so-easy two-stroke engine tuneup guy with 15 years experience.)
We’ve won again!
In the voting for municipal funds for special projects, our neighbor Álvero’s latest initiative has prevailed. Our local park/playground (which he spearheaded) will now include a bocce court. This should be interesting.
Who even knew there were bocce courts in Uruguay?
Sunday morning, 0730
Crashing, whirring noises outside, nearby. Bang! Bang! Bang!
I can’t help but be grateful for relatively consistent trash pickup here, and I have great respect for the collectors—male and female—who ride on the back of the trucks as they speed from stop to stop. (And I try to avoid walking dogs off-leash if they’re within a half mile.)
Still, I wonder if the designers, engineers, and manufacturers in Europe took into account the enthusiasm of Latin American operators, who seem to think they’re the wrecking crew from Consumer Reports.
Just some tree
