Pothole gods

There must be pothole gods. Or demons. Or entities.

Otherwise — now that our road is fixed and well-drained — why do all the potholes (pozos, same word as well) form right around our driveway?

potholes

Today a little kid — just-removed-the-training-wheels little — fell in one of them. Mama cajoled him, stopped his crying, encouraged him back in the saddle to ride on.

And perhaps admonishing him: next time, be careful around THOSE PEOPLE’s driveway.

 

Another one bites the dust

I noted 2-1/2 years ago the improved beach access, even though the side rails had mostly gone away on the boardwalk nearest us.

I noted a year ago how the dunes had risen to their natural level, depositing a half-meter of sand on top of this boardwalk.

And, 8 months ago, how flooding had overwhelmed the same boardwalk.

collapse-rail

Today, I see that — through accident or vandalism — the rail has started to go away. We’re not in heating season, so it may not disappear (as firewood) as quickly as in March 2012.

But probably no reason to think it will be repaired.

What a difference a brush makes

Finally doing some much-needed maintenance on wooden ceilings.

ceiling

Phase 1 is the lambriz, thin tongue-and-groove. Next are the beams, in a darker color, for which I splurged and bought an angled sash brush. Which, believe it or not, is a big deal. The only place I could find one was in Tienda Inglesa. Yes, the supermarket.

And, of my goodness, does it make a difference!

brushes

The bottom brush is typical of what you find in hardware stores here: with short, coarse bristles that tend to spread.

Perhaps when next up north I’ll wander through Home Depot and salivate.