An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Home delivery of schawarma, lemeyun (Armenian pizza), falafel, baklava: what’s not to like?
Perhaps the fact that my photo wasn’t detailed enough to get the phone number? But hey. Took about two minutes to figure it out.
For some reason, the yucca plants are falling apart this year. The first—a few weeks ago—appeared to have been caused by heavy wind. This one, not sure, but even though it was hanging over the driveway, I knew at first glance I had to leave it for a while: the bees were having a field day.
That was almost two weeks ago.
So what’s my excuse now? (Rhetorical question.)
…leaving three intact. We’ve been getting a lot of double yolkers lately. Young commercial hens?
(It happens in old hens too, but commercial hens don’t live to be old.)
Yesterday morning, I stopped a half block away from the garbage truck workers. Most car drivers have some respect for occasionally ditzy dogs, but garbage truck drives go fast. Best to stay clear.
The lift on the back didn’t work too well, perhaps because—duh—there wasn’t enough space in the truck. Stuff kept spilling out. They lowered the container, compressed the load, and picked up most of what it had dumped in the middle of the road.
Which reminds me that…
This morning, approaching from the other side, I see that apparently a neighbor, perhaps Tabaré whom I met recently, cleaned up the bit in the road.
All the other stuff? One day, probably fairly soon as summer tourist season is winding down, they’ll come around with a loader and dump truck. Not pretty, admittedly, but eventually things do get cleaned up.
And what would it look like if done today?
Between the bank ATMs and the phone company office.
Nothing to see here, citizens, please move along.
Oh, but do watch your step.
And once again, time for Uruguayan pre-schoolers to dress up as 19th century Chinese peasants (sans chapeaux), while elementary dress up as…as…as something somebody 100 years ago decided would serve social equity by making all students look equally ridiculous?
Dunno. I’m open to suggestions.
And, oh yeah—there, I fixed it.
A strong windstorm a few nights ago shook down avocados I didn’t even know were growing. None is edible at this size. Fully grown, they easily represent 15-20 kilograms of paltas we won’t be having this year.