It was one of those days that IF it could go wrong, it did. Trust me people, if you're not adventurous then don't live in Mexico. It started out as a "work" day . Josefina, the maid and I cleaning, cleaning, cleaning the otra casa. We made some headway but still have lots to do before the house can be inhabited again.
After she left and I was still over there doing things the phone rang. I started to ignore it, but for some reason I answered it. In Spanish a man told me that he had my former tenant's dog and wanted to bring it to his home. I didn't know where the new home was and I REALLY didn't want to get involved - REALLY! But, I also knew that Troubles( the dog's name) has been the tenant's dog for a long time so I said, "Bring it". They did and wanted a reward.
In the meantime, before they arrived with Troubles, I tried to reach its owner. Didn't have a phone number so had to email. They arrived I got the dog, gave them a reward and they left.
The upholsterer showed up, thankfully, because the people called back and said I didn't give them enough pesos because the radio announcement about the lost dog said 1000 pesos reward and I only gave them 400. How did I know?
The upholsterer talked to them, explained the situation and got their phone number for Trouble's owner to call them to rectify the situation.
Upholsterer left - dog wanted in house - no way Jose. Of course I go to my house and leave dog in beautiful garden. He's not happy. Geez. THEN it started to rain. Good Lord, couldn't the Universe let up a little on this situation?
Former tenant and owner of Troubles shows up - very emotional. I CALM HIM DOWN. Good grief, I really wanted to knock him out.........after all the filth and the situation, (see previous blog) but I remained calm. We talked. I told him just how I felt. I told him a LOT. We'll see if any of it did any good.
Later, banging on the gate. "Now what", I think. I open and little boy from next door points to where water meter is.....was......it is now a fountain heading to the sky. Broken pipe. So, of course I call the water company. They DID come out and stop the fountain of water heading for the sky. Two hours later the sinkhole begins. In the street. In front of my house. New experience. I call the City. So far, nada. Sink hole growing. VERY interesting.
Two hours ago I heard gushing water - gushing, waterfalling. Obviously the tinaco on the roof of the guest house has broken and about 40 gallons of water, or more, is cascading down into the garden from the third floor. I have NO idea what to do. NONE. I don't even know who to call except my landord. Of course no one is home at their house.
You have to laugh to keep from crying. If I were a drinking woman, I'd be having one right now. But instead I wanted to capture this for YOU, so you can laugh too, or fix a drink. Or, do both!
Living in Mexico is never dull and is definitely an adventure - even when you don't leave the house.