December 17, 2007

Estimated times for beginning or ending projects are at best, an estimate. I think that my mechanic and my builder depend on everything going perfectly to calculate times. Friday, Carlos said it would take one more week to finish the house. I told him that things had to go perfect, and maybe better to do that, and that he was late for his bus, and we would see next week. I hope he’s right. The ceramic tiles for outside, and the same thirteen for one bedroom aren’t here. The kitchen counters and island, nor the bars for the windows. He was supposed to get the ceramics and bars today in Heredia. His brother was coming here from the big job around the corner Sunday night to lend me the pickup. I was to get my mechanic and go to Heredia to get a new motor for my car. While I was there, I would get Carlos, the tile, and the bars, and we would all come back here. He couldn’t find his brother on the weekend. The truck didn’t show up. Carlos is on the bus on the way here because his clutch still isn’t fixed.
The only good thing is, I’m getting used to it. As long as the house gets finished, as long as the car gets fixed, I’ll be happy.