
Maceta

I wanted to take a picture to show off our new flowerpot, hand-painted by Syd Blackwell, but someone else insisted on being part of the action.
(Note what looks like an eye in the grass. I didn’t plan that.)
Sights not often seen
A faint double rainbow this evening inspired recollections of mentoring at-risk kids. Feel free to steal and post elsewhere if it resonates with you.
This morning we watched a young couple walk their dog past our house, the dog propelling itself with front legs, its back half rolling on wheels. Didn’t feel sufficiently motivated to run out and engage them, but if I see again, will.
Lotsa ships, DTOTB redux
I’ve mentioned the boats before. And I showed the dunes taking over this walkway and it being assaulted by water. This evening I walked later than normal, and it all looked rather photogenic.

And the most recent dead thing on the beach.
MyDayInUY.com
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.

Toning down my toner demands

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 😉
Hitchin’a ride

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?
Such a deal, Uruguay style.

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
Puppy plates?

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.
The beginning of a place to park

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.
