An inquisitive old fart with a camera
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When I go to the butcher, I always carry my stuff to the car. Today I had almost 16 kg (lots of dog food) and the butcher carried it to the car for me. Didn’t really give me a choice. When I got home, I saw that he had tied the loop handles of each bag into a knot, something I would have never thought of.
In fact, I’m not sure how useful it is to know.
Buying lumber in Uruguay: first thing you have to do is square it, because apparently those saws that are running all day long are incapable of being set to cut right angles.
Not unexpected.
In the last few weeks, a backhoe and dump truck, accompanied by a crew with shovels, have been cleaning the roadside ditches.
But if they’ve been cleaning them, the water should flow freely, no? Let’s take a look at the culvert (red arrow).
The culvert is black plastic. Here we can look into it from the top because the previous government worker, with a grader, sliced off the top of it. Do you see any sign of water inside it? No, you don’t: bone dry.
Likewise on the other side: standing water.
This is because the government workers didn’t just clean the ditches, they deepened them, to below the level of the drain pipe. Stagnant water, mosquitoes. Lovely.
And this is how far they got into trashing (note standing water) the ditch in front of our house. Why did they stop? Lunch time, I guess. A week ago.
“We’re from the government and we’re here to help.”
At the intendencia (city hall) as I wait to pay 8 years of back taxes for our chacra that I thought our business administrator was paying. Post-it notes, taped to the cubicle divider with packing tape.
Parcels awaiting customer pickup at the “Agencia Central,” which is larger than FedEx or UPS in Uruguay. Anything goes!
The produce shed – not open today, inexplicably.
Yes, the only internet provider in Uruguay, government-owned ANTEL, has an insecure web site.
Had two errands to run yesterday. Both involved buying a telephone.
This is the first.
And this is the other. Yes, that’s what they call it here.
This display appeared, at the opposite end of the supermarket from the beer section, after the panicdemic arrived in Uruguay. I didn’t even know they sold this shit here, but then I’m not a beer drinker.