I’ve been running longer than usual lately, so I’ll revert to “short and…” – well, come to think of it, talking about septic systems probably doesn’t qualify as “sweet.” In fact, it wasn’t at all when someone finally stayed in our little refurbished farm house and had to cover the bathroom floor drain with plastic wrap because of the smell. When we finally got around to examining the mechanics, the problem was quite obvious. The toilet (which of course has a water trap built into…Continue Reading “A simple plumbing solution”
My friend Burkhard, of German descent from Namibia, moved from a rather remote part of the interior of Uruguay to a place not far from our little country property. And immediately started projects. One of which was buying a Ford Model A. To restore. Which meant taking the whole thing apart. No, I mean really apart. And from three engines that looked like this, creating one with the best parts from each. He substituted adjustable valves – a later innovation (i.e., not original) that apparently…Continue Reading “Restoration”
There was something that didn’t seem right about that new dog-walk garbage dump we found a few days ago. Besides, of course, the whole concept of dragging stuff to discard it in the middle of nowhere when trash containers are ubiquitous. To wit: two of the discarded windshields were unbroken. Two days later, presumably still are, though no longer discarded.
I first encountered the term troglodyte when I lived in Malta, school year 1980-81. It connoted a type of brutish, neanderthal behavior of the lower-functioning Maltese, a connotation not politically correct in modern ‘Murkan Millenial Anti-Stoic society, but hey. “Troglodyte” actually refers to cave dwellers, and in the sandy area we walk dogs, caves – despite the fixation of ever-digging dog Kiya – really don’t exist. Can’t exist. Yet you encounter stuff like this: Appeared yesterday: three car windshields. a yellow funnel, a yellow play…Continue Reading “Troglodytes in Uruguay”