Mexican life

Our changing world

THERE GOES the cursed peach tree! Oh, happy day!

The guys arrived quite early today and got to work. Their task was to remove the Jesus Patio, preparing it for a larger and much nicer replacement, and to cut down the tree. They wasted no time.

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The Jesus Patio as it looked for 16 years. It’s where the glass table and web chairs lived. I spent many a peaceful morning and afternoon here.
partial
Partial destruction.
chaos
Rubble chaos. And the tree is gone.
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The peach tree takes it on the chin.

This is the second phase of renovation we have scheduled. More phases are en route. Stay tuned! It will be very exciting.

22 thoughts on “Our changing world

  1. Wow. You’re really taking 2019 seriously. Your yard looks like a bomb went off. I forget why you didn’t like the pear tree. I would’ve thought it would provide some shade and a bit of fruit as a bonus. I’m happy to see that the workers are using a chainsaw rather that hacking the tree to bits with machetes.

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    1. Brent: The peach tree — not the pear which was removed a few weeks ago for the same reason — tossed fruit all over the place every summer in STAGGERING quantities. I wearied of picking it up. And yes, I was a little surprised at the chainsaw too. I expected machetes.

      And yes, we are taking 2019 very seriously indeed. Stay tuned.

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      1. Yes. Sorry. The peach tree. Things are disappearing so rapidly it’s hard to keep up. The peach, the pear, the nopal … the fruit tree on the other side of the Jesus patio must be quaking in its boots. It will be interesting to watch the master plan unfold. Will there be a pool ? A fountain? A statue of two cherubs kissing ? 😉
        It looks like quite a big yard. There’s a lot you can do there.

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        1. Brent: Alas, the yard is too large. A pool? No way. The weather here is not conducive to pools. Only an eskimo would dive in. A fountain would be nice and kissing cherubs.

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    1. Leisa: While there definitely is a grouchy old man here, there is no front yard. There is just “the yard.” And there is no public access, so there is no need for that sign. All is well.

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  2. The deforestation of Mexico continues.

    I can help that poor fellow with the “chainsaw” learn how to run one if you can help him get his papers in order,

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    1. Ray: That’s not deforestation. That’s timber management!

      As for his handling of the chainsaw, I was just praying it wasn’t gonna get away from him. Those things scare me. Machetes scare me too.

      As for his papers, I imagine they’re as much in order as they ever will be.

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      1. Felipe; As you are well aware, there is no point in showing a Mexican the proper way to use a tool. He will smile, say ‘si’, and go back to using it the way he did before. I think a chainsaw file would help him out a bit though, it seemed kind of dull.

        A friend once borrowed a 3/4″ drill from me. It was brand new. I didn’t ask why, just loaned it to him. He had his yard man use it to sand a double gate door. It took him 3 days, and he left it laying in the grass every night. When I got it back, it was rusted inside and out, and the brushes were burnt out. He was a good friend, so he kept the old drill and bought me a new one.

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        1. Kris: I often refer to el sí Mexicano (the Mexican yes) when I talk to my wife. She knows it’s true. El sí Mexicano is so widespread that it’s usually mentioned in tour guides to Mexico though they don’t use that phrase, which is mine. The normal response to any question is yes, no matter its accuracy. But if the “positive” answer is no, you’ll get a no. An example of that is, “Do you beat your wife?”

          This lamentable national trait makes it tricky to live down here because you often cannot trust what people say. But it’s even worse than that. They lie their butts off on a daily basis. Usually, it’s little white lies, but not always.

          I do wish they would not do that.

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  3. I have a lot of tools. I mean, a lot. Some people will misuse and abuse them and others won’t. The ones that abuse them get shown the door very quickly. I have a very old Starrett precision machinists scratch gauge I inherited from an great uncle who was a pattern maker. I pulled it from the tool drawer one day and it had a nice bend in its shaft which upset me to no end. One of the workers had used it for a pry bar! He had no idea what the tool was for.

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  4. The problem with lending tools and other things to some people is that “lend” gets confused with “give.” I have lost so many shovels and other tools that my wife felt compelled to “lend” to others. She cannot say no, and they cannot give them back. I once spotted my missing blender on my sister-in-law’s counter. Her answer was “Yes, it used to be yours.”

    If you give food to someone, make sure it is in a paper plate or a onetime-use aluminum pan. You will never get a real pan or dish back.

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      1. The correct answer in such a situation is to have the wife ask to “borrow back” the blender. Your action would have gotten you branded by her family as “malagracido” and “manoso.” I am beginning to understand your relationship with your in-laws.

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  5. It was painful to watch him use the dull chainsaw which has probably never seen a chain file in its life. I simply keep buying tools that either get lost , broken or taken home to whomever was around that needed them. I am surprised you never enjoyed the pear tree, your wife could have made great jams and pear tarts to sell on Saturdays. Happy New Year.

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    1. Tancho: I never lose tools because I never loan them. One of the reasons I never loan them is that nobody ever asks. As for the guy’s chainsaw talents, he did get the job done. That’s what matters.

      Regarding the peach and pear trees, which have now been removed, I cannot stress too much the shockingly high number of fruits those things tossed on the ground every summer, especially the pear. It was an endless chore picking them up, most half eaten by birds, etc. I simply got sick of messing with them.

      And a great 2019 to you too, señor, and your lovely spouse.

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