The roosters are still noisy but not under my window I'm ready to get up by 4:30 anyway. My first workman is to be here by 8am.
Its a revolving door at Rosada - workmen, bed delivery, Emily borrowing the cart for a Morales run, intermingled with phone calls, jackhammer and concrete drill - all before noon. Oh, yes, and our realtor - a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in one hand and two necklaces for repair in the other.
I spend the afternoon making more lists, making phone calls and working on those damn windows again. I keep losing the little clips - why don't they include extras? With some cleaning, patching, paint and new screens, they will look great.
We are adding a half bath in the master bedroom - a skinny, long room that was probably divided into two in another life. The workers have left me with a nice big hole from the side yard into the bedroom and I catch an interested cat on his way in. I stuff it with an old towel and then put a milk crate over the inside hole. God knows what else will come in! I'm okay with lizards, but would just as soon keep everything else out.
I then do my Morropo bag lady routine, expecting a few boxes at the post office. On the way I stop to see Gilly who is running a restaurant in Isabel for awhile. I can use her Internet, or the internet on the town square, until ours is hooked up - another feat that could take months or an act of God. Its a package deal, phone and internet, so why don't they get hooked up at the same time? Don't ask.
I have purchased two Puerto Rican kitchen essentials - a calderone (pot) and a tostonera (to smash plantains, of course). My maiden voyage on the pilotless gas stove (brand name Mabe dubbed the "maybe"- maybe it will work and maybe it won't) is successful and I heat last night's leftovers in my new calderone while sipping a little vodka. Life is good.