Saturday, January 25, 2014
New Old Window
When the new real window was delivered Senor was playing bridge. I absolutely hate being the one left at home alone when a worker is coming for a specific reason. To me, the window was perfect. But as you know who said when he got home that day........well, they did not follow the drawing...........yes, it is beautiful, but i need it to be like the drawing i gave them..................
So he had them return and they stood out in the room that will be the new fake kitchen, and eventually the 'Game Room', and went over the original drawing and of course,the window was just as you know who said.......not like the drawing. And I looked later and this is not just a little drawing he did on a scrap piece of paper. Oh it is very detailed, with measurements, exact measurements of course, drawn on draft paper, down to the tiniest detail, with the smaller panes.
So the iron worker removed the panes and took it back to the shop and returned it yesterday looking exactly as the drawing. I like it both ways. But, the panes are more in keeping with the Colonial style, which Senor is trying to follow.
So, we now have a new old window and you know who is very happy about it. The door will be the same, with panes the same size as the window panes.
Below Senor has had a different iron worker make a large frame. The frame has been clamped together and Humberto is pouring cement into it and then smoothing it down. We are sure Humberto thinks we are crazy. He asked what it was for and was told, the floor. Then in his Peruvian Spanish, Senor told him...................after it sets, break it into pieces and carry then out to the stable. I saw this conversation and saw Humberto shake his head in disbelief..........all this work to then just break it apart?????
The Festival Cultural Alfonso Ortiz Tirado began last night. This is our week long music festival that used to be called FAOT.
Here is the website so you can take a look at what you're missing. This year's artists are coming from Mexico, Colombia, Spain, USA, Canada, Costa Rica, Cuba, Italy, Austria and Russia and Poland. I want to see it all. But there are so many venues, so many things going on, this would be impossible.
I went to a different kind of a little music festival myself yesterday. My good friend had a jamming time at his house. There were guitars, his mandolin and a banjo. I took my guitar and had a great, but rusty old time and I think with a lot of practice I might be able to get back to the guitar the way I used to back when I was performing in the late 60's and early 70's. I played more yesterday than I have in 30 years and have these nice looking blisters to prove it. Now the blisters will harden up and I should get some nice hard pads on my fingertips. Oh, joy........ The bucket bass was sitting all lonely in the corner and I put myself to it and discovered it has three octaves and I went to town on it. I enjoyed that so much, but I imagine my friends were tired of hearing my guitar playing and sweetly told me I was making fine music on that bucket bass. Oh, life is good with good friends.
Que le vaya bien!!!