Having the right tools for the job makes all the difference. There's an old pile of marl that needs to go away. It's been there for a while as the tree growing atop of the pile at a crazy angle must be 4 years old. Attacking it with but a shovel was maddening. A loaner pick-axe was just what I needed to bring that pile down. It had been a long time since I swung an axe of any kind but managed without loss of life or limb. However, the fence repair, victim of an errant swing, has been added to the ToDo list.
In some ways, it's a bit noisier here than our last abode. We have the same gaggle of stray dogs in heat, roosters with bad internal clocks, various hawkers with whistles, horns, or bells, and the daily broadcast of local events emanating from circling cars. But now added to that are the visitors to the hardware store across the street, the "ding-dong" bell of the tienda entrance, and the neighbors kids not wanting to take their baths. All lend to the atmosphere and none of it is "bad noise", just the daily refrain of life in our little pueblo.
The animals are getting to know the neighbors. The dogs have decided the sheep across the street no longer pose a threat but their ears perk up when the bleating starts. They have learned inside the fence is good, outside is bad and bark at appropriate times. The other day, the cat was happily prowling our property when a local cat apparently decided to claim territory. The noise of two cats fighting is always raucous. The dogs jumped up from their usual snooze posture, fought to protect the cat, and soon all was quiet again. The cat however has only now, three days later, started to venture out of the yard but always keeping us in sight.
The Satellite TV Story has become comical. Three or four visits, various interpreters (and interpretations), and promises galore... Cutting to the chase, the previous tenants have apparently skipped out on a $2500 peso bill and no new service can be started at this address until that is resolved. Of course, there is no resolution as the court case would be lengthy and probably cost more than the bill. It would be too logical for them to write it off, demand a deposit from us, and start collecting a monthly fee but that's just not how it's done here. It's no handicap for us though; we still have internet access and a pretty darned good private collection of movies.
By the end of the day, I'm good for maybe one movie then it's time to check my eyelids for light leaks. Morning comes soon enough and it takes more than one cup of hot joe to prepare for the day ahead. Tomorrow, the wheelbarrow and I will become one as that pile of marl finds a new home filling a hole on the other side of the yard.