It’s been brutal lately.

I don’t know how Syd managed with his face uncovered. His beard probably helped.

I dug out a bit of mosquito netting I haven’t used since I bought it 25 years ago in Australia. Not perfect, but not bad.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
It’s been brutal lately.

I don’t know how Syd managed with his face uncovered. His beard probably helped.

I dug out a bit of mosquito netting I haven’t used since I bought it 25 years ago in Australia. Not perfect, but not bad.

For years – especially in the country closer to the Escuela Militar de Aeronáutica in Pando – I’ve heard the whining dives of military trainer prop planes, but only recently have they appeared off the coast, and it’s not dives they’re doing but loop-de-loops! So there have been times we have aerial acrobatics visible from our front yard. Pretty cool.
Terrible video, I know. It’s almost impossible to track an object while zoomed on my little point-and-shoot camera. This is probably the most unaesthetic imagery I have ever posted, but you get the idea.

Can’t grade the tosca (“dirt” ) roads until they dry out. Meanwhile, a challenge to drive. Or walk. Unless you’re a dog.

So, a small bundle of trimmings to add to the waste pile collected a few times per year. Fina a handy reusable plastic something (hamper) to carry them in. And of course, just leave the plastic as well.
I don’t know if it’s just certain people in certain areas, but it’s certainly the case in the no-man’s-land where we walk dogs. Oh, people.

Oops.
You may recall something I posted four months ago.

I don’t walk around the neighborhood often, but hadn’t see him in a while, but there he is, and again happily I spotted him first, and put Mocha on the leash to walk by. The rabbit only moved to lie down where he was sitting, and Mocha had absolutely no inkling that he was there.


The front of this lot is stockaded. Then they put up a wire fence. Then they started stockading some more where the wire fence is. They’ve torn out the wall between the house and cochera, making clear this is the neighbors’ project. Can’t wait…

…to see what’s next from the design geniuses who placed their ultra-wide glass doors so I can’t not see their entire living room from our patio when they’re there.

Our energetic and industrious neighbor Álvaro submitted a proposal to some coastal development government organization, and encouraged enough of us to vote for it that we got funding for more playground equipment and tables in our little local park, which has gone from being an empty pass-through lot with a few tree identification signs to a destination for families with kids.

I can’t wait to see what kids invent to do with this one—supposed to be like stairs I suppose. Just seems like all kinds of ways to get hurt. I don’t think you’d see this in nanny North America (which excludes Mexico).

A double-decker (wooden!) slide.

This place is going to be busy as the weather gets warmer!

A new table has joined two previously there, as has one on the far side of the park.
All very impressive.

Local honey: we live in Atlántida.

Local wine: 33 km (20.5 miles) away as the crow flies.
Almost all our produce, meat, and dairy come from within 200 km (124 miles). No 3,000-mile salads here!

And Syd.