by Vicki and Greg Lansen on Mon Nov 24, 2008 2:07 pm
I've promised an update on ash removal in Futa, with photos...I'll get to the photos later today. It is amazing what a few guys with shovels and wheelbarrows can accomplish. The work continues, and continues and continues...with people popping up hard slabs from yards and gardens, watering in the rest, or hoeing it into the dark earth. So much still remains. I'm a bit concerned seeing workers bare-faced though with the ash, even though it's dampened down by the latest rains. A great, great concern I have is that the silica in the air (the silica ash) directly contributes to silicosis, which is irreversible and can be deadly. The silica is so fine it is inhaled and embeds deep down in lung tissue and prevents the lungs from functioning. That said...WEAR A MASK!
Today, I felt well enough to go buy a bag of bread at the little store which also serves as the post office. My little post office box, along with the other 29 little lock boxes...WAS GONE! Not that the "postmaster/baker" ever put my mail in there...it was tossed in a cardboard box under the counter with all the other cartas and sobres with strange, foreign names written on them. My mail, clearly marked with my post office box number, was never placed there. Good thing though, the key always got stuck and the baker/postmaster had to go retrieve a pair of needle nose pliers to get it unstuck, and then I would pull out of the little cubby hole what was basically a to-do list he had shoved in the box, perhaps to avoid getting things done. Sweet fellow, he would either look at me with sad moon eyes and tell me I had no mail, or gleefully yank the old cardboard box from under the counter and let me paw through it for a letter or small package he knew was waiting for me.
Anyway, the post office is now at the bus station (a small wood and tin building where you can also buy used clothing). Clothes, bread, mail. Poor gal seems absolutely overwhelmed with the mounds of mail that has appeared since the baker was either fired, or relinquished his post. I was hopeful someone sent me some small snippet of news or a photo or two, but nuttin honey. No books, nothing.
Visited the fruit market store and bought four bananas, a handful of new cherries, two tomatoes, two pares, four avocados and paid 4,000 pesos. Prices are through the roof. At least beer is still only 2,800 a six-pack. Bread is the same, and beef is stable in price. Chicken is up quite a bit. I'm always hungry for what I can't get. Last week there was no lettuce and only soft, yellow cucumbers and I wanted a salad. This week, I wanted a couple big ol' baked potatoes but found only tiny seed-sized papas! Kinda like when I let my nails grow and have the urge to pick up my guitar.
Back to the Futa revival! Ash removal continues 24-7. Well, 10-7. Road work continues and recently washed out areas have been shored up. Lookin good. Some streets are blocked off as the paving continues stealthily. Water is good, electric and internet uninterrupted. The clinic at the hospital was BUSY today, quite a few folks with respiratory problems and eye infections. I myself had a big, old red swollen eye a few weeks ago - I think caused by getting caught outside hanging up clothes when a gust of wind sprayed me with ash. Should have hung them over the stove but I was longing for that sun-dried smell!
Vicki