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This past Thursday night a bunch of people from our local group went to Old Maz for an evening of English language comedy. Certainly it was comedy in a Shakespearean sense, in that everybody lived. And, since the “comedian” was a South African, his accent was pretty funny. Overall, my impression was that it was [...]
Last week I reported to you that I had found a new home in Pocitos, in which I would be firmly ensconced by tomorrow. Boy was I wrong! This past Monday I found out that the only way I can put air conditioners in the new house is to install new electrical mains and completely [...]
I submit to you for consideration the following three messages I have heretofore received and thus far tried to ignore. The latest, received today was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
You may remember that a month ago one of the Americans visiting Uruguay had his passport stolen in Ciudad Vieja. Today, I was pleased to learn that upon his second trip, he checked in with the police, and to his surprise they had recovered his passport. We also had a scare this morning when one [...]
I just don’t get out enough. Because of the wheelchair I have learned to work through surrogates to get most things done that are needful. Also, since living here in Carrasco requires an extra 20 or 30 minutes to get anywhere it fuels my disinclination to leave my desk. This is a mistake.
I just received the following email: ‘This makes my poor free market heart sad. But I have to tell you that, as of right now, the safest and best ISP is to one owned by the government. Adam Smith, Forgive me!’ LOL. Welcome to the real world.
Well, it looks like I’m not going to be homeless for Christmas. I would prefer certainly prefer to visit the manger during midnight liturgy than to have to live in it. They say all good things come to those who wait, and in this case at least it is true.
There is at least one experience that almost every expat who has moved here shares–the agony of finding a place to live. Some how the slower pace at which things happen is not so much fun when you are living out of a suitcase in a hotel; or in my case, have family coming for [...]
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