A cell tower goes up

A few days ago, returning from the dog walk, I spotted the base for a cell tower installed a couple hundred meters from my friends’ house. I took a picture to make a before-and-after.

Alas, I didn’t have the correct angle. But from one day to next, they’re now staring at this thing from their patio (much clearer than here, with the tree blocking it. They’re perhaps the only people I know who don’t own a cell phone, a thought no doubt horrifying to many.

As is my reply to people who ask why I didn’t answer their call. Because my cell phone was turned off. And the VOIP land line is frequently unplugged.

Love your new house!

Mind if we put up this piece of shit ten meters from your back door?

New cell tower, Atlántida, Uruguay

Actually, that’s just a rhetorical question. We could care less what you think.

New cell tower, Atlántida, Uruguay

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.

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.

interior of octagonal wood house, Uruguay
Someone’s sittin’, Lord, Kumbaya…