The premiere national obsession, rendered locally in waning autumn light

A small park a few blocks from our home springs to life with warm weather: anticipation of the World Cup? In 2010 they worshiped Diego Forlán (amusing to see pudgy little kids with #10 Celeste jerseys). Some time back I checked and Luis Suárez, from Uruguay, playing for Liverpool, had individually scored more goals than the next ten TEAMS in the league.

Uruguay takes on Costa Rica on Saturday, June 14. I’m anticipating as much the next episode of Game of Thrones (so thrilled that little puke is finally dead!).

The beginning of a place to park

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Though draining water runs down the middle of our street, it has deep ditches on either side, and limited width. Not a good place to park. But if people pull into our driveway in a car, they block us in, and if more than one car, one blocks the other.

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So the last couple days have been busy, and the hill is no more. Now to try to get something to grow out there besides the one bush we transplanted from the back yard.

Getting it done without heavy-duty, specialized tools

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I watched, fascinated, in the local ferretería (hardware store) as Fabian manufactured an extension cord for a woman. Previously he had manufactured a 17-meter ethernet cable for me, unplugging the store’s computer to test it, and it shouldn’t be a surprise to see an extension cord made to order, as opposed to bought off the shelf, given the number of possible outlet and plug combinations in Uruguay.

What did surprise me was the tool Fabian used: a pair of scissors, to split the end of the lamp cord and then strip it for the connections. For many years, I’ve relied on linesman’s pliers and dedicated wire stripper (green, above). Early on in Uruguay, I watched an electrician and subsequently bought what he had (cheap yellow and black pliers), realizing they’re much more practical for household use: lighter and pocketable.

But I’ve never quite mastered the art of stripping wires using the pliers’ built-in cutter, which is how it’s done here (in Mexico as well). Perhaps I will have better luck with the scissors.

While others complain about high prices and lack of consumer choices here, I remain fascinated with how people get things done without the exact tool I thought they would need.

Elbow grease

Cleaning baldosa floor tiles

When the others left for the States, I launched into cleaning the casita (little house), where my son lives, which was appallingly dirty. He was housebound for four months while his shattered ankle healed, and hadn’t quite lost the habit of doing nothing, and going nowhere.

The unglazed tiles in the foreground will come clean, but it’s a hands-and-knees scrub brush job. The second two rows have been scrubbed but not mopped, the next three have one coat of some sort of treatment, and the remaining have two coats.

Much work, but rewarding to see the place look half-decent, at least a little.

Maybe ready in time

Pedestrian bridge under construction, Atlántida, Uruguay

It will be a very long walk (notice switchbacks on far side), but the new pedestrian bridge will be wheelchair- and bicycle-accessible. Because of the distance from the last traffic light eastbound, on January weekends it is almost impossible to cross the road—no gaps in traffic whatsoever. Numerous people have been killed here, including the mother of our contractor, when he was a boy.

Termites

Today it was gas-bombing the casita (little house) for termites in the roof. Yesterday it was cleaning the grasera (grease trap) which was overflowing, which smells (probably) like spilled and broken human guts. My son gagged. I had to complete the task on my own.

Still smoldering

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Far as I can tell, all the houses near this fire remain completely unoccupied (seasonal). My best guess is the gardeners who maintain the yards dumped the trimmings there, lit them on fire, and left.

Two days ago.

Fortunately, there’s little chance of it spreading, and aside from an occasional thatch roof, little in the way of structures that are flammable.