Not much to tell other than I'm not over the cold yet. I've searched both PDC and CZ looking for a 5/16" x 1/4" socket. It's not that odd a size but after visiting over a dozen shops, no luck. That is the size of the screw in the hose clamps I'm using to mount the tall handlebars on my Tricyclo. I did find some damp-proof red primer at a little paint shop. They also color matched the Tricyclo so I can paint over the welds.
This blue outfit is driven
by a wheel chair guy. He 'kicks' her over with a hand crank.
I can't explain this fixation
I have with motorcycle trailers but here is yet another one:
Last year I bought and used
a plastic clothes line and ended up taking it home with me. I brought it
down to use again this year and finally got it put up yesterday. I did
laundry this morning, got it home and hung up in time to look out the window
and watch it rain with the sun shining. They don't use clothespins down
here. The clothesline is 3 part twisted line that is strung up kind of
slack. The launderer then un-twists a little section and jam's the corner
of each article of wet wash into the opening. As the weight on the line
increases, the line tightens it's grip on the clothes.
The tap water is OK to shower
and brushing your teeth with but it's not recommended for drinking. The
landlord offers 5 gal jugs of purified water for 15 Pesos and I drink that.
There are different ways to serve the water out of the jug but the outfit
I prefer is this syphon:
On my way to the meeting last
night I passed this little broken toy.
I've been wanting to show you
this next picture for a few days now but I can't find out it's story.
This boat has two prop wash deflectors on the stern that direct huge water
jets straight down to blow sand and mud away from buried artifacts in fairly
shallow water. It's suffocating to living things in the area it's used.
None of the diving operators I know have heard anything about the boat.
It's been anchored downtown since I got here over a week ago. The area
of the Florida Keys on the Gulf side is called the 'Flats' and it's pock
marked with a zillion holes these treasure dredgers have blown out looking
for 'indications'.
