Happy Saturday, readers.
I am coming to you live from my favorite table of La Oficina -- a favorite eatery in Villa Oregon. Well, it would be live if I didn't schedule it for publication in the morning.
As I write, it is Friday night. I am eating lasagna. And we are discussing the proliferation of moose and wild rabbits in Canada. Amongst other arcana.
There is a reason I am writing from here -- and not from home. But all things in good time.
I had two major projects in mind today. Both of them once again in Manzanillo. I needed to switch telephone and internet connections between my old place and the new house. And, while I was in The Big City, I could get the goods necessary to set up house.
My landlady was in Manzanillo for another project. I drove her over to Telmex to (1) transfer the new house's telephone service to my name, (2) transfer my telephone service to my landlady's name, and (3) switch out a friend's burnt-out modem.
I am glad we presented each as a separate transaction because the process seemed to be rather daunting for the clerks. So daunting that the first passed us off to a second.
The only glitch was not of our making. The previous owner of my house failed to leave behind her modem. That meant I had to spend about $80 (US) for a new one. The next question will be whether it works when I hook it up.
I took my current Modena from the rental with us -- just in case I needed to return it. I didn't. When I hooked it back up (just as it was in the morning), everything worked except for one small detail. There was no internet connection.
And there is still none. That is why I am flogging the good services of La Oficina. Thanks, Juliana and Aaron.
While I was in Manzanillo, I stopped at Sam's Club, Soriana, Office Depot, and Walmart to buy some basic necessities for the house. You know the type of stuff. Dishes. Towels. Kitchen doo-dahs.
I had spent decades gathering all of that stuff in my Salem house. But it all went to Goodwill or to friends when I moved south. I had forgotten just how much all of those small items cost.
Late Friday afternoon, I walked through the house with Dora, the woman who currently cleans my house. She is looking forward to taking on the task of cleaning this one. Of course, it will take her more hours. And I will appreciate every minute of her time.
This day is done, and I will confess I am glad the day is done. I have taken several major steps closer to moving in. Dora will spend a good portion of Sunday making the place sparkle. Probably on Monday or Tuesday, I will start setting up house.
If all goes well, my bother Darrel will show up on Saturday afternoon next week with a cornucopia of replacement goods.
And I can then start sharing some photographs of my latest venture.