It’s fun to watch the construction of the two storefronts that are going up just across the street from the Hacienda. Previously, it was a weeded lot bordered on the sidewalk by a low, decaying adobe wall of ancient vintage.
Basically, it’s being built the same way the Hacienda was built 18 years ago, a construction method that, although quite common in Mexico, I had never seen before. The oddest part to me was how the roof gets up there. Wooden pallets are placed side by side at roof level, and they’re supported by posts that are usually former tree trunks.
Atop the pallets, rebar is crisscrossed. Threaded between the rebars are plumbing pipes and electrical conduits. Then a cement mixer — rarely the big truck, just a smaller, portable variety — mixes cement, and a bunch of guys, hired for the day, rush it up a makeshift ramp and spread it all over the roof, and then it’s smoothed out.
When we built the Hacienda, there was a vacant lot to our left, and now there’s the sex motel. Soon we’ll have commerce across the street. Change happens.
Today is election day. I have my voter ID in hand, and soon we’ll walk the couple of blocks to the polling station. Hint: We both will vote against any candidate associated with the Morena party of our doofus president. We’ve had lots of candidates murdered during this election cycle, but none of them has been Morena. Imagine that. Stay tuned.