There I was watching grass being installed a few weeks ago, and my Barangay Kaptain drives up. We talk and admire my new lawn, then he smiles and informed me of the real reason for his visit. Avocado’s, my neighbor in the back of my land is working in the Middle East and has caretakers staying at his house. It seems they saw me pick a couple of those wonderful guacamole making fruit, Avocados. I freely admitted that I was guilty of this dastardly crime against humanity. In my defense the branch was hanging over my wall. I thought they were mine. After all, my Mango tree hangs over my other neighbor’s land, and he picks them off my tree and I don’t care.
The Kaptain and I walked to my backyard and he saw the tempting little devils dangling over my wall. He went to my friend’s caretakers and explained that if they trim the tree, the picking would stop, and if they did not, the fruits were mine. He further went on to explain that the owner of the house was a buddy of Paul’s and would frown upon their messing with him.
The caretaker is a seedy little dude to begin with; my neighbor sent him the money to paint the roof. I was telling Bob Martin that they treated the roof prior to painting with vinegar. Next they painted the roof. I had never heard of using vinegar before, and now I know why, it doesn’t work, it’s only been two weeks and the paint is flaking off in large amounts. Or he could have watered down the paint to save money and keep what was left over. Now this is only speculation on my part, but I know my buddy would expect the paint to last a tad longer than two weeks. I noticed that most of the roof’s painted here, the paint only lasts a year or two. While pondering this weighty question, my wife pop’s up and said, “You bought the good paint, Mahal!”
If I were the caretaker I’d start selling those avocados and re-paint the roof before his boss gets home. Hell, I’d even buy a few.
I’m fairly sure the next complaint will be about my fish pond, and bird droppings. I sit and watch the birds stop by all day to drink and cool off in the waterfall. Then they fly off over the neighbor’s roof, the birds thinking his place is a bank, they leave deposits. But isn’t that a birds job? I have a carport and they’ll still find it.
So with the Barangay Kaptain’s permission, I had my nephew bring me a large bag of corn chips, made up a large bowl of Guacamole, and had an early Cinco de Mayo party. Like I needed a reason?