I know, this is kind of ridiculous: from blogger.com to self-hosted WordPress to WordPress.com and now back to self-hosted (a bit more demanding, but much more flexible): MyDayinUY.com.

An inquisitive old fart with a camera
I know, this is kind of ridiculous: from blogger.com to self-hosted WordPress to WordPress.com and now back to self-hosted (a bit more demanding, but much more flexible): MyDayinUY.com.


I discovered, to my surprise (why?) that our local computer store in Atlántida could get our laser printer cartridges refilled. Prior, I’d been taking them to Tecsys, where they advised that each was good for perhaps four refills, and that the people who did the refills would not refill them if the quality wouldn’t be up to par.
The local computer store also cleaned our printer, which had stopped functioning a few days ago. So the first thing I did on arriving home was hold the “on” button for five seconds to print a test page. It didn’t look good at all: the black test bar was streaky and gray in places. So I took it back, a bit upset.
The owner offered I could return the refilled cartridge and apply the cost to a new cartridge, about USD 90, saying that was the only way to get “new” quality (even though I was sure the previous refills had printed like new). Meanwhile, he showed me that a printed page of text—unlike the printer test page—looked just fine.
At which point I realized I had paid perhaps half (USD 20) for this refill as the others at Tecsys. I’d have to dig out receipts, which I’m too lazy to do, even for you, beloved reader of my drivel. But I know I didn’t pay twenty bucks in Texas.*
So he’d given me a workable solution at a good price, even though in terms of quality I’d essentially gotten what I paid for, which was less quality than I expected. But that was perhaps also more than I needed.
I thanked him for explaining. Ya veremos. We will see.
*Huh—? That’s what you get for not clicking on links 😉

I don’t like taking pictures out the car window, but couldn’t resist when I saw a guy riding on the brush hog on the back of a tractor.
Why not?

Yes, you can buy this tiny 34-year-old Fiat 600s toy-looking car for only 3,100 US dollars. And you can call any time during the day!*
New vehicles in Uruguay are ridiculously overpriced. You can expect to pay close to double what similar would cost in the US. Comparative used vehicles, however, can cost much more than that—not that you could back this thing out of your driveway in northern North America without getting arrested.
When we moved here in 2009, I had sold my 2002 Toyota 4Runner in Texas. In mint condition, I might have gotten $8,000 for it. Here, I saw same year, diesel engine, same mileage, advertised for $32,000. Yes, USD 32,000.
You think this is an anomaly? Look here to see other Fiat 600s for sale in Uruguay. “U$S” means US dollars; “$” means Uruguayan pesos, currently trading at 22-23 per dollar.
* see comments; doesn’t mean what I thought

I spotted a pile of cut-up license plates at the back of the intendencia (town office) in nearby Salinas. Went to take a photo and realized, wait, there’s a tiny black-and-white puppy in the middle of them, licking up water dripping from an air conditioner overhead. I saw nobody around, but knew there must be. It’s where all the equipment is stored, busy place.
After waiting a long time inside (I cleaned almost all the leaves of the office ficus plant to pass the time), I was able to ask about getting wood chips from their cleanup ops. No estamos chipeando (we are not chipping) was the answer, because it’s too dry, but they took my number and … this is Latin America … I won’t hold my breath for a call from them.
After which I went back by the pile of license plates. No puppy to be seen.

Though draining water runs down the middle of our street, it has deep ditches on either side, and limited width. Not a good place to park. But if people pull into our driveway in a car, they block us in, and if more than one car, one blocks the other.

So the last couple days have been busy, and the hill is no more. Now to try to get something to grow out there besides the one bush we transplanted from the back yard.

How things work (officially) in Uruguay is seldom the same as how they work in reality.
When I realized, in 2012, that I’d forgotten to renew my driver’s license (doing the homologación from a foreign license is easy, but they only gave me two years), I researched and discovered that 1) if you miss renewal by under two weeks, no problem, 2) between two weeks and two years, you have to take the written and driving test, and 3) after two years you have to take driving school.
In my case, the two weeks had passed, and the two years would come next October, but my foreign license—from Mexico—expires two days from now.
Today was my appointment. I was a little nervous about taking a test in Spanish, though I had studied the Manual de Aspirantes and found nothing daunting. I figured the driving part was no problem. I’ve gone 40 years without an accident (other than bozos running into me).
The whole process took over and hour and a half: present required paperwork. Wait. Name called. Take paperwork to cashier, pay $1,000 (USD 45). Get in line. Give receipt. Wait. Name called. Photo taken. Wait. Name called. Sign here; here’s your license.
But officially ….

After a delicious lunch inside this splendid pile of rock yesterday, we wandered around Carrasco.
I know what you’re thinking: Look at those buildings! We must be in South America!

Amazing dwellings seem to be the norm.


And look at this—a fixer-upper! Some paint, a little TLC, and …oh. Actually, I don’t like the look of the vertical steel “I” beam outside the front door. Maybe we’ll pass on this one.

Lovely day to have lunch with friends at the refurbished casino in Carrasco, the closest part of Montevideo for us suburbanites. Also a lovely neighborhood, a place I’d find desirable if I had to live in the city. (And wanted to spend a lot more than I do.)
After seeing this building empty for several years, it does my heart good to see it alive again.
Delicious meal, and we got the full 22% tax knocked off when I used my US Visa card, and paid in USD as priced on the menu, so no need to exchange to pesos. Sweet! The little things ….
Plus we got to see not one, but two, full-sized plastic horses. With lamps sticking out of their heads.
Tell me it gets any better than that.

… which is a welcome thing to me, because it doesn’t always.