The house is almost done. Casa Nana’s floors, windows, doors, finishings, and now the garage door, are all in. There are some odds and ends that will linger, and yes, we still have to furnish it, but basically, I now have a house in Mérida. “My house in Mérida.” I love that phrase. Let me say it again. “My house in Mérida.” Oh, sorry Paul … “Our house in Mérida.” Yeah, that sounds good, too.”
We’re starting to bring down our stuff! First on the list, the Buddha statue that Paul acquired a few years ago. Both our parents (and probably the workers) would probably prefer a Jesus ornament, but we’re kind of connecting to the Buddha right now. So while Jesus is in our hearts, Buddha was in our carry-on luggage. We could have shipped him down, but Paul felt better carrying him to
my our house. Our Buddha got his own suitcase, which fits him snugly. There were no issues with TSA or customs.
I know they sell Buddhas in Mérida, but it has to be this one to come with us. Months ago, we traced the outline of his base onto a piece of paper to make a template for the builder. The builder then installed a precisely proportioned podium for our little friend at the end of our concrete pond. Not “concrete pond” in the Beverly Hillbillies sense, but rather, an actual pond made of concrete, one that will look much better with shrubbery, lily pads and fishies.
From the main house, the pond will be concealed with foliage, so you will “encounter” the pond and its graven image as you walk toward the casita. Serenity will quickly follow. That’s the plan, anyway. Guests will be knocked to the ground with all the high-impact zen going on. Like that line from “Seinfeld”: “Serenity now!”