So tell me: if a genie popped out of your coffee cup right now, what would your wish be?
I know what mine would be: to be able to be in two places at one time. With two houses, one south, one north, both needing full-time attention at the moment, I'd like to be a photon or an electron, existing simultaneously in different locations.
But -- as no helpful genie appeared in my vicinity last week, and as the principles of quantum mechanics remain annoyingly elusive on the human scale -- I bid hasta la vista to the casa and the crew, and thumbed a jet plane back to Seattle.
Of course, you're right: it was not an easy thing to do. The week before departure was intense, what with tending all that was already happening plus trying to imagine and prepare for all that might.
Which reminds me of a story. Long ago, just before I started building, I chatted separately with two neighbors who were just completing their own houses. One of them said, "Don't ever be here during the process--it'll drive you crazy." The other advised, "Don't ever leave during the construction. You'll go crazy, but at least you'll be here."
We only had a couple of catastrophes the week before I left. The first was when the palapa guys hammered through the concrete slab to plant the posts that will hold up the roof of the outdoor kitchen, and discovered great big pipes running right through their newly chiseled holes. Great big newly broken pipes.
The other hit us the day before I left, when Julian opened some more of the famous #2 tile boxes and discovered most of the tiles were broken.
There ensued a lengthy conversation about what to do, during which my temper (already stretched like salt-water taffy in one of those wacky pulling machines) further frayed. Finally, I proposed that we call Guadalajara and tell them to send us some decent tiles and to DO IT NOW. "Now" being at best a vague suggestion in Mexico, I departed not knowing what had actually happened with the phone call. I'm happy to report that we are receiving another fifteen boxes of #1 tiles...eventually. Maybe even next week.
In the meantime, Lupe is all over the house working his magic.
The garage floor has been poured (by hand)...
In other news:
- we did hire a night watchman
- we did not receive the plumbing parts promised two weeks ago
- we did decide what to do about the garden soil
- we did not receive the latest round of corrected trim tiles for my approval
- we were informed that the first batch of old doors is being delivered imminently
- we were not able to determine Salvage Guy's definition of "imminently"
- we did pay a fair and reasonable amount for the (long overdue) final stage of the permit
- we did not receive the (long overdue) final figures on changes from the contractor
So back and forth and hither and thither and to and fro we go. I'm here, they're there, there is much to do here and more to do there. If any quantum physicist who's reading this has discovered how a person can be in two places at once, I'd be glad to hear it.
In fact, I'll give you a free week's vacation for it -- half in Seattle and half in San Pancho.