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HOME RENOVATIONS bring new vistas.
WELL, NOT entirely done because lots of other aspects are to come, but the glass is all installed, and not a minute too soon. It rained in Mexico City a few days ago, and it even drizzled here briefly Friday while the guys were finishing our installation.
Maybe the rainy season will start early this year. It’s possible.
For those new to this project, here’s background.
Sharp observers will note that, due to having no walls, the upstairs terraza remains highly open to rain. This will be resolved with canvas curtains. Two are already on order.
IT’S ABOUT a 40-minute Honda ride to the state capital on a smooth four-laner. We went there today, as we do most Tuesdays, to go shopping, mostly at Costco and the fancy-pants Walmart offshoot called Superama.
Along the highway, coming back, we saw smoke rising from a number of spots amid the near-distant mountains. Brush fires. That’s why we’ve had some air pollution in recent days, not enough to bother me, but some people are irked.
There are berry plantations en route, also ranches and cows. At times military trucks barrel by, the Army mostly but occasionally the Marines.
Helmeted guys with serious expressions stand in the back of those trucks with macho weaponry, most notably very large machine guns. The Army vehicles are green while the Marines sport gray.
The Marines are said to be more honorable, better trained than the Army. I’ve never had any trouble with either. I support the military in principle though I’m not sure why Mexico needs a military. Who are they gonna fight? Guatemala? No contest. The United States? No contest again, but in a far different way.
Costa Rica gets along fine with just police.
My solution to Mexican law enforcement is this: a national police force, nothing else. We have that already, the policia federal. Just let them take care of everything. They’re already armed to the proverbial teeth, including military-style equipment.
But our new ding-a-ling president has formed yet another separate military outfit. It’s hard to keep up. Mexico changes its policing and military on a regular basis, trying to get it right at last. Maybe someday it will.
Buddy Holly sings on the Honda’s stereo. The rear of the car is loaded with merchandise like olives, croissants, Philadelphia cream cheese, hydroponic lettuce, carrots and celery.
We also had the Honda cleaned inside and out at a downtown carwash. That was following a stop at Star Medica where I finally got the first of two chickenpox vaccinations. The follow-up will be done in another month. I’ll breathe a sigh of relief.
Heck, I’m already breathing more easily. I’m glad just to be breathing. Some will remember my chickenpox scare of six weeks ago, an event worsened by idiocy.
A honcho from the glass place passed by the Hacienda on Monday to take additional measurements for the domo, which is almost done, glass-wise. He said they’d finish the work tomorrow or Thursday. Bet on Thursday. When that’s done, we’ll do the electric.
In the meantime, it’s bone dry hereabouts. We’ll have rain in about three weeks, and everything will morph. We won’t see mountain brush fires driving home from the state capital, but we’ll still see soldiers, and we’ll still have croissants, olives and cream cheese in the Honda, which will be nice and clean from the carwash.
And I’ll be fully vaccinated. Good for decades more.
ABOUT TEN guys showed up at the front gate yesterday morning to unload more glass, lots more glass, about 35 huge, additional panes. It’s not trickling in anymore.
They brought just six last time.
This is the most exciting project that’s happened around here in years. The previous most exciting project was the construction of my child bride’s pastry kitchen. That was five years ago. They will both end up costing about the same thing, $10,000 U.S.
We could have purchased two decent used cars instead.
Seven hours later, they left, eight panes shy up top, and eight smaller vertical ones elsewhere. You can see where those smaller ones go in the top photo. The crew won’t be back till some day next week, they said. Lordy, I hope so.
The next things on the to-do list are to install a ceiling fan and additional lighting. And some system to reduce drastically the force of the sun. We’ll almost certainly opt for a fabric screen on top. Home Depot sells various designs specifically for that purpose. We could install it atop or drape it below, but atop will help somewhat in avoiding hail damage.
It hails like Hell here at times.
We’ll also be installing canvas curtains in at least two areas to reduce the entrance of water from the side during the five-month monsoons.
And last of all, some nice, comfy furniture for the wild parties we’re planning.
All this work and expense is happening because of one tiny leak in the upstairs terraza that cropped up last year. I didn’t think the solution would be so humongous.
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Bye, bye, bougainvillea
I’ve finally had it up to here with the monster bougainvillea.
Someone from the sex hotel next door rang our doorbell yesterday asking if I’d mind if they whacked back the large part of my bougainvillea that’s hanging over on their side, tossing red trash everywhere. Have at it, I replied.
Meanwhile, massive mounds of wind-blown fallen flowers accumulate in our yard and in our downstairs veranda. I’m sick of it! So, like the peach tree, the pear tree, the nopal, all garbage tossers, the bougainvillea is coming down. Not totally, but 95 percent of it. I’ll leave the fat trunk and a small bush on top, a bougainvillea bonsai.
It’ll be cute.
In the next few weeks, I’ll be hiring the same crew that removed the monster nopal to return for the bougainvillea. I can’t take it anymore.
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The Moon has a new look. Hope it suits you. I used the same theme when I updated the website last week for our Downtown Casita rental. Life is change.