
A huge swath of our dog walk area became scorched earth during the fire. It will be interesting to watch what grows next.

Meanwhile, while there were still spot fires burning, someone rode through on a bicycle. Go figure.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

A huge swath of our dog walk area became scorched earth during the fire. It will be interesting to watch what grows next.

Meanwhile, while there were still spot fires burning, someone rode through on a bicycle. Go figure.

A scene from yesterday: dried stump from last year’s fire springs into flame.
The “Boo!” tree, 30 November 2017 and 20 October 2020

31 December 2021

This afternoon. Again. Last time was just over a year ago. This looks to be a lot worse.
[lost video from Daniel Machado – driving through stretch where fire jumped the highway, El Fortin]


Our neighbor’s industrial remodeling became a little more industrial over the weekend with the addition of a very industrial-looking carport.

Pavers along the side lead to the back,

where most of the yard is now tiled.

Construction update: the neighbors on the corner have almost completed their [whatever] with parking for 3-4 cars. And painted everything gray.

This is what it looks like from our bedroom porch. Note the three flagpoles in the upper right. Obviously a business proposition of some sort, but what?

The neighbors on the other side have erected a fence around the front yard that can only be described as industrial.

From our upstairs patio, we can see the front yard has enough pavers—the workers told me they were for the Jacuzzi—to pave most of the yard.

Here is the warehouse-like addition. Look closely: they’re…

…painting it gray.

And here’s their lovely industrial stovepipe, obscuring the view of the neighbors’ weather vane.

It should have been fairly straightforward: after my wife’s eye appointment, head down Blvd. Artigas, left, right, left, and ta!

After that first left, Google clearly shows a one-way street. No problem. However, here’s the view inside that rectangle:

It is quite clear that you are not to make a right turn here. We did go a couple streets further and found some guys who seemed to know exactly how to find the restaurant. But the maze of one-way Montevideo streets seems designed to prevent you from getting back to where you started, and in the dark of night it only took us a couple blocks to give up and head home.
I suspect anyone who has attempted to find things in Montevideo, especially at night, has a similar tale.

I haven’t ventured into the neighbor’s project in a while (I let the workmen park in our front yard so it’s cool). The project is definitely developing an industrial look. I’m undecided whether to call it Casa Industrial or La Fábrica. Apparently this stovepipe, erected yesterday, does not sit well with the neighbors beyond the wall, and I can understand why.

Meanwhile, closer by, I see there’s been a boo-boo, perhaps because of the wind today. The walls of this addition are going to have a huge proportion of large, sliding glass doors.
But—ye northerners—notice anything odd? Yes, the glass: plate glass, which when broken will form large, dangerous shards. Plate glass sliding doors, which have not been allowed in United States construction for over 45 years. Hmmm.

Short walk today, just a few blocks as my foot is hurting. I was surprised to see this mess a block from our house.

Looking back the way I came, you can see there is no problem with the trash containers there. Little mysteries….

Alvero has retrieved the refrigerator from a block away. Did he not anticipate people would leave things in it? Were the failed Macintosh keyboards offensive? Or did someone else leave something really offensive?
I suspect the latter, but don’t expect to find out soon. I glanced through our Union Vecinal Whatsapp group but saw no mention.
Why don’t I ask, you wonder. I guess that would be because I find it potentially interesting, but also kind of so what?