It was a dark and stormy night.
Okay, that’s not quite true, but it was dark. There was no storm, thank the Goddess. We were sitting atop our recliners about 9 p.m. Monday eating salads and watching a movie on Netflix when, all of a sudden, KA-BOOM!
But KA-BOOM! doesn’t quite convey the reality. It was like a bomb dropped.
My child bride reacted in typical Mexican fashion: “It’s a SHOTGUN!” But no. A huge pane of the glass roof atop the upstairs terraza exploded.
It’s tempered glass, and apart from a small section of overhang, nothing fell down … just yet. The pane was spiderwebbed with tiny cracks. And it made ping, ping, ping sounds about an hour, almost like falling rain, but it was not raining.
Then nothing happened for about 10 hours.
The next morning it crashed down in chunks, splintering on the terraza floor. We thought that would happen in the middle of the night, but it didn’t.
After sweeping the terraza and dumping a half-ton of glass into three heavy-duty garden bags, we drove to the business that installed the roof two years ago. That was Tuesday. After the usual “We’ll be there tomorrow” lies, typical here, someone finally appeared yesterday. He measured and said the new pane would be installed Monday, a promise one can take with many grains of salt. But it will happen eventually.
Meanwhile, we’re hoping it won’t rain much. It’s sprinkled a few times this week. Looks like the rainy season will be starting early this year. Usually, it starts in early June.
Our initial thoughts were that someone threw a stone or something from the neighbors’ home or the sex motel, but that would be very difficult and unlikely. I think it spontaneously self-destructed. Perhaps a defect in that one pane.