Little house in the garden, Atlántida, Uruguay
Playhouse?
Category: structures
Waiting for the grapevines
New, in our local park.
Use at your own risk :0
Another abandoned boardwalk through the dunes.
Preserving the dunes…sort of.
1) They actually added a proper handrail after
2) the original, tacked to the deck, fell apart and was carted off, presumably for firewood.
3) Another walk two years after they build it through an eroded portion of the dunes (to save the dunes, natch).
4) The same, 2-½ years later.
Love your new house!
Mind if we put up this piece of shit ten meters from your back door?
Actually, that’s just a rhetorical question. We could care less what you think.
And who is we?
My neighbor Wayne tipped me off to this. I hadn’t been by recently, but know it well. This house is new, and this radiation tower even newer, and all of a quarter mile (.4 km) from the one installed a year and a half ago.
316 meters (1,034 feet) from our front door. The previous is 544 meters (1,785 feet) away.
In contrast to when I posted before, I now have a smart phone, and took these pictures with it. It has less bulk than my digital camera, many more capabilities, and is a great help traveling: Lyft, AirBnB, etc. However, generally when I carry it it’s in airplane mode. I don’t consider more radiation a good thing.
As I don’t consider another, closer radiation tower a good thing.
Radiation tower work continues
This morning a crew is working on the new radiation tower near us. My only observations previously about radiation towers have been that a) they appear overnight, and b) they never go away. In this case, as far as I can tell, nothing has been done for almost three weeks.
Overnight, Uruguay-style.
Not encouraging
About 500 meters from our front door, what looks like it can be only one thing: the base of a cell tower. I don’t like cell towers. I rarely use my cell phone. I have used one so little that I can still feel the numbness around my ear that no doubt you have long since gotten used to.
Star Trek kumbaya
A friend’s country place includes a octagonal building with a removable center piece which conceals a fire pit. Apparently they – whoever they are – held retreats there.
The last three chairs of six and coffee table I bought used a couple years ago needed to go somewhere to free up space for our Christmas day party.
Our remarkable new house
We have finally taken possession of a narrow strip of farmland (5.6 hectares, 13.837901 acres) about ten kilometers inland. Most remarkable about the house is that the couple who raised their family in for twenty years or so never got around to installing running water.
The hand-dug well is only about 20 meters from the back door for your flushing convenience. I think there was a basin, since removed.
The bathroom opening (no door) lies behind this brick curtain wall, which became a pile of rubble today in less than an hour.
To the credit of the sellers – who now live a kilometer down the road in a new house with running water and a fireplace (this one had no heat source other than a wood kitchen stove in the little closet of a kitchen) – the place was clean: not a bit of crap in the house whatsoever. A few bits in that rustic (and rusty) galpon (barn), whose side sheathing consists of the sides of metal barrels that have been straightened.
In the campo
