Woke up this morning to the all to familiar sound of buckets of water being poured onto my leaky roof by the rain gods. For the 11th straight day. And then in what felt like a miracle, the skies turned blue and the sun came out to shine. Don’t know how long this respite will last, but I’ll enjoy it while I can.
In other news, damn it’s hot!
The view from my new master bedroom balcony. Hello Mr. Sun, don’t be such a stranger!
So yeah, I was out to the house this morning, bright and early. Mrs. Ocampo’s assistant “Zeny” told me last week she’d arrive at 0800 on Monday. I called her at 0900 to see what was up. “oh, I can’t make it today. I’ll be there tomorrow”. What about all the stuff that needs to get done? “I sending two young men to help you”. WTF?
Anyway, they arrived at 11:30. On foot (they had taken the bus from Manila). I wasn’t sure how much help they were going to be, but I’ll be damned, they moved all the excess furniture out on their strong young backs. I was impressed!
Before they arrived all the shit I’d ordered from the appliance store had arrived. I just had them park it in the dining room for now. Hopefully, the repair crew will get busy tomorrow and at a minimum replace the doors so I can secure the house. Makes me a little nervous having my purchases just sitting there with not even the minimum ability to lock it up. Well, Tony and his wife are living in the “servants quarters” portion of the house, so I’m glad for that.
I’d asked Mrs. Ocampo about what was going to happen to Tony and the wife once I took over the house. She said they’s be evicted. Well, fuck that. I don’t mind them staying there downstairs, they just won’t have free rein inside my place anymore. I like having someone around actually and I’ll probably through them a few pesos every month for helping me out when the need arises. Already told Tony I’d get them a small refrigerator for their quarters.
Anyway, I felt like progress was made. I’ve got a list of stuff that needs to be done before I move in and a list of stuff to fix that can be done while I’m living there. Hopefully that all gets squared away in our meeting tomorrow. I really want to be moved in by this coming weekend at the latest.
It’s good to have a dream.
Oh, my daughter posted this old photograph on Facebook to wish me a Happy Father’s Day.
Where does the time go?
Onward!
You’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.
So you’ve been shunted to a different house, and you’ll have people living downstairs? I guess that’s okay for you sociable folks, but I’d be like, “Hell, yeah—evict ’em!” I want peace and quiet, not random clattering noises and shouted fights.
Sorry to hear about the rain and the heat, but I guess that’s the price one pays for living in the PI.
It’s actually more like they are living in the garage, not in the house at all. I think on balance it will serve my interests having them there.
You’re a better man than I am.
I’m a little lost. who is Tony and why is he living there? Peace out!
I kind of agree with Kevin. Not sure I would want someone living there full time unless they were invited by me.
Why can’t they move into the servants quarters of the original house?
Soju, Tony and his wife have been “caretakers” for the several houses owned by my landlord, who resides in Manila. The house I’m now taking was the actual part time residence of the landlord. Tony and wife appear to be in their 50s and have lived in the basement of the landlord’s house for at least several years. They seem helpful and harmless enough.
Brian, it just seemed like a shitty thing to do to move them out of where they have been living for years. Yes, they could probably move to the other house and and set up in the servant’s quarters there. Honestly though, it makes me feel a little more secure having an extra set of eyes on the my place when I’m not around. If they ever prove to be a problem, I can send them on their way…