A couple of years ago during one of those multiple named Philippine (Or Chinese named) typhoons that roared through and knocked down three mango trees in my neighbor’s empty lot. I smiled at the time because nothing happened to our house.
Time is the great equalizer because the tree in the back was ripped out by the roots and left a whole under my wall. The world hates a vacuum so my wall over time settled into the empty space and it cracked my wall. A few tremors aided in the problem. But there it is; daylight streaming through my wall and lighting up Mayang’s laundry area. (And she complained?)
On May 25 a crew of two showed up to render the wall strong again (Another brick in the…) materials were ordered. I was allowed to look and photograph the hole in the wall. But was ordered back to my room to eat and rest, gain weight and generally not bother the workers. Do you think the timing is suspicious? I mean there is no threat of immediate collapse any time soon; it could have waited until the end of the rainy season or until I was 100% again. But who am I to question the will of my wife Mayang?
I just a minute ago tried to go to the worksite but was hustled swiftly to a seat out front and given a cold orange soda treat.(I remember those days when it was a chilled SMB) I’m trapped in sobriety and will force myself to stay away from the workers until the work is done. But I have permission to snap photos at the end of the workday to be included with this LiP article; she can’t fight our 1st amendment freedom of the blogger. Or something like that.
Okay, I’m officially going nuts, work is being preformed and I’m not allowed to interfere, but then I have written about this in the past that we are better off not seeing how it is done, but seeing the finished product when it is done. If you fully trust the contractor doing the work, which I do, as the man repairing my wall is the very same guy who built the wall in 1998. I’ll assume he knows his stuff. BTW; Mexico did pay for it!
I rehired him in 2000 to go around and give my wall a haircut, meaning to cut off the rebar sticking out the top as if they were part of the look we were going for, I still have not figured out the plan for those little shoots of rebar I see on every fence and building here in the Philippines. (Except yours) My first year of retirement I (by myself) painted the inside of the wall and made it look finished. The paint has held up well over the past 17 years, but let me point out something, the front wall facing the road I painted, the other three outside surfaces I left to weather naturally so my neighbors could enjoy the look and would not know a Kano lived there. They all knew anyway!
Side Story: In Largo Florida I asked my neighbor if he would split the cost of a new fence to hide the ugly rusted chain link fence he owned. Of course he said no, so I went out and bought a 8 foot high redwood fence and installed it parallel to his fence and with the frame side facing his yard. Why shouldn’t I get the nice, smooth side facing me? He took me to the zoning board, and they could find no rule that prevented me from doing that. He never invited me to a BBQ at his house, but then because of the fence I have no idea if he ever had a BBQ at his house.
But here is my point, if I don’t go and paint that repaired section it will remain unpainted for the remainder of time. And the chance that this old infirmed Kano is going to ever do it is up there in the realm of fables and wishing in one hand… But once more it is located back in the Laundry and deep well equipment area, I seldom go there so out of sight out of mind. BUT! I’ll know that paint is not on the wall, but there are no more holes “In the Wall” either. And now you know that too!