The house in Mérida is starting to look more, well, house-like. The addition of windows, doors, and flooring will do that, I suppose. The master bedroom now has wall-to-wall carpeting. Actually, that’s a tarp to protect the new tiles from a makeshift wood shop that has been set up to recycle old doors and frames. A bamboo overhang casts interesting shadows onto the terrace. The garage door, which has been cut out, makes the facade look wider. Now revealing finishings instead of pipes and ditches, the weekly photo reports we get from the architects are like the final chapter of a mystery novel.
Of course, the frustrations of being tied to a 40-hour work week really start to irk me now. My friends in Mérida are seeing all this before I have. “I saw your garage door was cut out!” “Oh????” Then the next day, I get a picture of it. I’m even jealous of the albañiles who get to stay there overnight. I’m sure they’d rather be at home, but that doesn’t keep me from feeling envy. They’re lounging on hammocks under my terrace roof! Not fair.
One set of photos showed the pool filled to the brim with clean water! That was unexpected! Then, it was drained again. They must have been testing it. The water was yet another foreshadowing of things to come, and for the first time I saw how the house looked reflected in it.
The kitchen furniture is being built in Tixcokob, about a half hour east of Mérida, and the architects headed out early one morning to check on them. The cabinets are a combination of wood and quartz composite. I Googled Tixcokob and no pictures of my kitchen furniture showed up, so Google still has a way to go before their search engine is truly useful. I’d love to have been along for the ride, but as I said, I’m tied to a paycheck north of the border. Later that day, they sent photos! The construction looks flawless and the design of the cabinets, drawers, and pullouts was very thoughtfully conceived by a designer who knows firsthand what a cocina in the Centro requires.
With today’s technology, I can get my work done from anywhere. I just have to log in to the server. Maybe next year, when I tell my boss I’m going to “work from home this week,” I’ll do just that, but I won’t tell her which home I’m working from.