What a Long Strange Slog It's Been

Day two in the new place, not including moving day, and it is abundantly clear that I need shelves. Many shelves. I did bring a few that require drilling into concrete walls, so I shall be seeking a local handy-person to help me with that. But a bookcase or two or six would be helpful, too.

Here is what the sala looks like at this moment, minus me sitting in the rocker at the desk. That corner where the windows meet is the best spot in the house for receiving internet via a phone hotspot, which friend Parzi set up temporarily yesterday. The local satellite companies want nothing to do with me, and it is not my breath. This house is in a rather dead zone, apparently. I was pretty panicked when I thought perhaps I would be living offline. Aughhhhhh....

Anyway, if anyone  knows Clarice Peterson in Johnstown, tell her that I have given her framed India fabric painting pride of place in the sala. It dominates the room, as you can see, and I hope to put a simple sofa beneath it soon. And those boxes are not going anywhere soon, as they are filled with books and tchotchkes for putting on shelves.

Here is the view to the left of my desk, the main and only door to the house. And Brynn.

The man who made my desk was given a design by Stefan for a sideboard affair to go under the wall cabinet in the kitchen. The damned thing looks exactly like the computer printout of the design, and is simply lovely. Julio Aragon is a wonderful carpenter, and I believe he may build bookcases...
The photo is "adjusted" to compensate for the intense shadows and sun at this time of day.

It sits to the right of the fridge.

And Stefan had the kitchen counters retiled in a sort of rustic grey ceramic. I love it.

And the only other photo-worthy room is the comedor, just off the kitchen. This is the raw rustic table I bought with two benches made to order. The wood is so dramatic.

Frustratingly, the solid gold fence for the dogs is still incomplete. The jefe of the fence crew has told me completion is "mañana" so many times in the past three weeks that I have lost all hope of happy unleashed dogs ever again. The only up side to having the yard unsecured is that an old horse has been wandering into the yard and munching the grass. His front legs are not in very good shape, but he tries to run away when we come out of the house. I appreciate the manure he so thoughtfully leaves behind. This soil needs work.