An inquisitive old fart with a camera
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!
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.
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.)
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?
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.
In lieu of piling things on this chair to keep the dog off, some time ago we came up with the idea of simply turning it backwards, and it has worked remarkably well. Until this morning. The question is whether this is a new habit or a one-off — like our prior dog Benji who opened the living room door once from the inside. But only once.
And yes, in case you’re wondering, that is lawn furniture in our living room. Much more convenient, and actually much more comfortable than most of the “proper” living room furniture sold in Uruguay.
And of course you know what I had to order. Hot (both caliente and picante!) chocolate topped with ice cream. Yum!
Here are three parked cars with Uruguayan license plates. One was parked by someone who did not learn to drive in Uruguay.
Can you figure out which one it is?