The search for a winter rental began in earnest today.
The plan was to look at three houses that I had pre-vetted. If all went well, I would have my choice by the end of this week.
"If all went well ---"
Over a century ago, von Moltke informed us: "No battle plan survives contact with the enemy."
Battle plan. Business plan. House-hunting plan.
All the same. You want to make God laugh? Just tell him about that little plan of yours.
And there must have been laughter in Heaven yesterday.
I was to meet the estate agent at the first house -- about three blocks from the house where I am staying. She showed up with good news and bad news.
Bad news: We cannot see house #3 today. There were some unexplained complications. But it was not available today. Maybe later in the week -- Thursday?
Bad news: House #2 is no longer available. Or, more accurately, the owner has made house #2 unavailable.
The owner previously indicated he needed someone in the house for six months. I agreed to the extra month -- to at least get a look at the house. Now, he wants a full year, and the rent for the year will be high season rent.
Off the list the house goes. If I have to keep asking the price, I obviously do not deserve to be the owner's share cropper.
Bad news: The keys to house #1 are missing --or the locks have been changed. But a locksmith is on his way. No, he's not. She has to pick him up. Eventually, we are through the door, and --
Good news: I like the place. It is three bedrooms with the main bedroom on the ground floor. Jiggs needs that. No more stairs. And each room is open and airy.
Good news: The kitchen is large with a full-size stove.
Good news: But I already knew this. The house has a great garden. In fact, it was the garden that attracted me to the place. There is grass for Jiggs to roll in -- and plants to admire.
If I had a family (translate that to "wife"), I doubt the place would pass muster. It has little style and there are details that would drive some people to distraction.
For example, the view of the garden is open to people walking and driving by. But I had the same setup in Salem -- and loved being on stage. All I need is a hot tub.
I have already come to the conclusion that living in Mexico is a bit like camping. I am past the point of those inconveniences bothering me.
If we can come to an accommodation on the rent, this place is a real contender.
But -- there will be more contestants. So says my plan.
The plan was to look at three houses that I had pre-vetted. If all went well, I would have my choice by the end of this week.
"If all went well ---"
Over a century ago, von Moltke informed us: "No battle plan survives contact with the enemy."
Battle plan. Business plan. House-hunting plan.
All the same. You want to make God laugh? Just tell him about that little plan of yours.
And there must have been laughter in Heaven yesterday.
I was to meet the estate agent at the first house -- about three blocks from the house where I am staying. She showed up with good news and bad news.
Bad news: We cannot see house #3 today. There were some unexplained complications. But it was not available today. Maybe later in the week -- Thursday?
Bad news: House #2 is no longer available. Or, more accurately, the owner has made house #2 unavailable.
The owner previously indicated he needed someone in the house for six months. I agreed to the extra month -- to at least get a look at the house. Now, he wants a full year, and the rent for the year will be high season rent.
Off the list the house goes. If I have to keep asking the price, I obviously do not deserve to be the owner's share cropper.
Bad news: The keys to house #1 are missing --or the locks have been changed. But a locksmith is on his way. No, he's not. She has to pick him up. Eventually, we are through the door, and --
Good news: I like the place. It is three bedrooms with the main bedroom on the ground floor. Jiggs needs that. No more stairs. And each room is open and airy.
Good news: The kitchen is large with a full-size stove.
Good news: But I already knew this. The house has a great garden. In fact, it was the garden that attracted me to the place. There is grass for Jiggs to roll in -- and plants to admire.
If I had a family (translate that to "wife"), I doubt the place would pass muster. It has little style and there are details that would drive some people to distraction.
For example, the view of the garden is open to people walking and driving by. But I had the same setup in Salem -- and loved being on stage. All I need is a hot tub.
I have already come to the conclusion that living in Mexico is a bit like camping. I am past the point of those inconveniences bothering me.
If we can come to an accommodation on the rent, this place is a real contender.
But -- there will be more contestants. So says my plan.
