An inquisitive old fart with a camera
This is the lovely and scenic Solís Chico in Parque del Plata. My snapshots don’t do it justice. There are plenty of birds, and boats when it’s a little warmer. We were there recently for the 87th birthday of a friend with Alzheimer’s in a care home opposite. What a great location!
As we left, though, I couldn’t help but notice the distinctly different feel of the courtyard behind.
“Want to try a new game? You must acquire wealth and fight against the forces of evil as you advance in a strange and mysterious world.”
“That will be great, Dad!”
The fire-starter’s dream log. No idea how they managed to produce this thing.
For the third time in twelve and a half years, I have power of attorney or house keys for someone not here. This time it’s keys for a guy who died and whose wife is a home with Alzheimer’s. A happy discovery was that they have a substantial number of books. Real, paper books like I rarely read anymore. I tried this one years ago but found it boring. Now it fascinates me.
The physiology of the eyeball and…well, then there’s this Post-it note as a bookmark:
Quarter them, steam a half hour. It’s umm, well, kind of…
…OK, maybe it’s just me.
Abandoned building in the dunes.
Our neighbor Alvarito in his tiny house is quite the organizer. The park project, a children’s book swap (the refrigerator, and public service notices opposite our neighbors’ new and classy minimercado.
However, this puzzles me. Why would anyone, ever want a flu injection? We’ve had 20 minutes of sun in the last three days. What does your body do with sun exposure? Creates vitamin D. What does vitamin D do, among other things? Keeps you from getting sick.
The idea that health comes out of a needle is probably THE propaganda masterpiece of the Rockefeller-pharmaceutical-medical industry. Get injected with toxins designed for last year’s “strain” to get well.
One of the stranger Google Earth images I’ve encountered. Downtown Atlántida.
You may recall that I don’t actively monitor our “neighborhood watch” Whatsapp group. But when I did, I saw that someone said he had gotten a cassette player, but didn’t know if it worked because he didn’t have a cassette to test it.
Which reminded me of the silliest thing Syd brought to Uruguay 15 years ago (we all have one, or maybe a list of silly things): cassettes, probably 200 of them, never played since, as far as I know. So I arranged for them to find a new home! And a short while later received from the new owner a short video of his new music library in action.
More strange flight paths.
No other air traffic, so what’s the deal?
A rooftop parilla under construction in Maldonado.
A cute critter drawn on a road sign.
Patterns drawn by a critter on our glass patio table during the night.