so we ordered a sun screen for the pergola. Two people showed up for the installation: the woman, Reyna Rosano, who owns the store where we bought it, and the man who would do all the work while she supervised.
There was a long piece of material with one man and one ladder. I wondered how that would work (el sr J was at the gym). Silly me. A rope served as the other man as the real man went back and forth on the single ladder.
He put it in backwards the first time.
His toolboxes were a disorganized mess. It took him a long time to find what he wanted.
He also needed a lot of time to pause and think what he was going to do next.
Did you know you could keep scissors in your ladder?
He was almost done when he thought he discovered that the hooks to hold the arms were the wrong kind. Reyna started to call the factory in León. I looked at the hooks, held them up to the wooden supports, and showed how they might work. Reyna blew me a kiss and hung up the phone. At that point I lost all confidence in the guy and started praying for el sr J to return from the gym.
He did, and everyone else seemed to be satisfied with the end result. The screen goes up and down and can be angled out at the bottom (with the arms attached to the hooks) to let more air in. It not only blocks the sun from the patio so we can eat comfortably there, but also in the kitchen, an added benefit I hadn't foreseen.
I was rattled. Reyna was delighted.
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