El sr J picked up some blue corn tortillas down the street for lunch:
Trini came to the door of the bedroom (where we live) yesterday and asked me to come out and look at the problem wall that joins the neighbors'. He said that the bottom of the wall was about to collapse. What the heck am I supposed to say? What can be done? Trini says we should advise the owner, Gloria. Of what? That her wall is about to collapse? This is when I wish I were in some other country. I called her but she was nowhere to be found, according to the person who answered the phone. Then I had the brilliant idea that Trini should have had in the first place. Call the architect. Eduardo Ayala Torres came right over and he and Trini talked for about 15 minutes. He told them to frame up the bottom of the wall and pour in concrete. We're going to lose about 15 cm of kitchen space. Who cares.
At the righthand end of the plastic you can see into the neighbors' yard. It's a jungle back there.
Trini said this morning that we should charge them for the cement that's going to support their wall too.
The tabique (bricks) are supposed to be delivered today.
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