Then we should be good to go.
Showing a bit of progress are these pictures of the streetside or back porch steps.
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Streetside Stairs - Left
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Streetside Stairs - And Right
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| Ozman Installing Fans |
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| Fan Spinning It's Little Heart Out |
Showing posts with label Electrician. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Electrician. Show all posts
20 January, 2008
And Closer Yet
We're getting closer still. It now looks like we might be moving in sometime this next week - as soon as Isael gets the second burglar-bar door installed and the gate.
Then we should be good to go.
Showing a bit of progress are these pictures of the streetside or back porch steps.
Finally! We have actual lights in the house and fans.Ozman, El Electricisto (the Electrician), has worked hard to get them done, along with all the other lighting.
And by way of proof, here's a shot of one of the fans actually working. Isn't that simply amazing? Now we have running water, and hot water to boot, electricity and lights. Monday or Tuesday, we might get a stove and a fridge. Wow!
Then we should be good to go.
Showing a bit of progress are these pictures of the streetside or back porch steps.
19 December, 2007
Some Good Things and One Bad Thing
First the good news...
Construction is proceeding at an almost torrid pace. We have a pretty large pile of lumber - all pretty-well used at this point. Here's some shots of workers rummaging through it to find just the pieces they need.
As expensive as wood has become, it's common to reuse and reuse wood till it literally splits apart.
Our bathroom is really shaping up. We now have a shower enclosure with the controls located near the entry - so you don't have to get soaked before you get the temperature adusted. A nice touch.
Here's Franz Ozman finishing up some of the wiring for the master Breaker panel. He's done a great wiring job throughout the place. He's a humorous guy too. Always grinning with devilment. He calls Dianna "Lady Dianna".
The drain field fence is nearing completion. They'll finish plastering the inside this morning, then work on the "chain" and finish the top today (I hope).
Mixing Cement and it's component parts into concrete for pouring or as mortar has been a continual part of this whole process.
Our streetside fence is really taking shape now. This part should be done along with the drain field fence in a few days. Then Isidoro and his crew will be done here. I'll miss them. They were great to work with.
Pouring concrete into the cut blocks to finalize the curve. We need another post to help support the gate when it's opened. You'll se how it all comes together.
Dianna has moved into her element now. Here she's giving a lesson to Abraham on texturing the walls using drywall mud. They're picking it up a little at a time. It'll look good, trust me.
Up on top of the roof fixing the ridge line that was missing. I'm not sure if it got damaged in the move or just was always missing. Anyway, it's there now. Great view from up there. Our concrete house should have an upper observation deck.
Ok. Now the bad news.
Yesterday afternoon about 2:30 PM, Dianna and I were driving up the Norther Highway, north of Corozal. We were enroute to ITVET to pay the tuition for our upcoming Spanish class, when all of a sudden - BANG!
We were hit in the windshield by what I initially thought was a piece of ice. It felt wet as it got all over us. I immediately pulled over and asked Dianna if she was alright. She said she thought so, but as she turned toward me, the side of her face was pretty bloody. Whatever had hit us, broke the windshield right beside the passenger pillar.
I knew we were close to the Corozal Government Clinic or hospital as we call it, so I turned around and began heading toward it. I got on my cell phone and called 9-1-1. They answered and I gave them what information I knew. It wasn't much. We knew by that time that it wasn't ice but a beer bottle that hit us. Dianna had found part of the "Sol Cervesa" label. We also knew it came from a bus that was heading in the opposite direction. And, we knew the time. What we didn't know was the color of the bus, license plate or anything else useful.
I hung up talking to 9-1-1 at that time and concentrated on getting to the hospital. We whipped around the building to the emergency entrance. There was an orderly or something standing there and I hollered at him for some help as I jumped from the car.
I ran around to help Dianna get out of the car. The orderly was just standing there looking. I yelled at him to get some help. This time he started into motion. I'm sure now I was in hyper-drive and he probably was moving the whole time. At that time though, it seemed like nothing was happening.
By the time we got to the door, a group of nurses began to gather around. We guided Dianna to a bed to sit and the nurses began debriding the right side of her face.
At that time, I realized I hadn't told 9-1-1 where we were going, so I went outside (for cell coverage) and called them again. They advised me they had relayed the call to Corozal Station (It's a national 9-1-1) and that they had sent an officer to the bus terminal, but without a color he was unable to do much as there had been three or four buses pull in almost simultaneously.
After that, I went back in to check on Dianna. The nurses were just finishing up with her, applying some ointment and a gauze bandage with tape that refused to stick because her face was still wet from the cleanup.
Dianna wanted to go outside for a cigarette, so we did that while they prepared a prescription for her. They asked when her last tetanus shot was (about a year ago, thanks to our applying for the Peace Corps).
About that time a police officer showed up riding in a Government of Belize, Department of Works truck. I don't know if he actually came there to see us or not, but he asked what had happened and began taking notes as I retold the story up to that point. He agreed there wasn't going to be much the police could do with such skimpy information. He did advise us to stop at the police station to file a statement as soon as we were done at the hospital.
Shortly after he left, we were done at the hospital. They wanted Dianna to come back a couple of times to have her dressings changed. But it was obvious that her wounds were really minor - a slight cut on the right cheek and a few tiny nicks on her upper chest. Lots of blood, but really very little in the way of injuries. Her biggest wish right now was to get home and take a shower to remove all the tiny and powdered glass from all over her head and clothing.
I got her into the car and we headed home. As soon as we pulled in, Carlos (Jim and Melanie's Caretaker) wanted to know what happened. We told him and he gently gave Dianna a hug. As I took her around back to shower using the outside shower of the pool, I heard him firing up the ShopVac to begin cleaning the glass out of the car.
We got some of the larger pieces showered off, when Dianna complained the water was too cold. So, from there we went into our bathroom where she stripped off the glass-laden clothes and took a proper shower, gently removing all the glass.
After she dried off and put on fresh clothes, we went back out to the patio so she could have another smoke and to have a beer. By then, her only reaction was anger. At the idiot who threw the bottle. Whoever it was, probably didn't even know what they had done. Just finished their beer and pitched the bottle out. Unfortunately, it was on the driver's side of the bus, and we just happened to come along right at that time.
Reminded us of the rash of incidents in the Northwest, where people got injured/killed by stuff falling off trucks. Idiots are everywhere.
At about that time, I left and rode my scooter down town to give the police report. That was pretty uneventful. It did take them some time to fine the statement form, and to decide who was actually going to take my statement. When we were done, I asked if I could get a copy of the statement for insurance. The police officer told me I would have to come back tomorrow and fill out an application for a copy. Bureaucracy never strays far.
On the way back home, I stopped at the work site and told all the guys what happened. They felt the same as we did that fools were everywhere. I told them Dianna would be at the work site in the morning and they could all talk to her then.
I headed home and joined Dianna and a couple of friends who had dropped over (Larry and Bob) on the patio for another beer.
Just another day in the life here in paradise. Just watch out for flying beer bottles.
Thank God it was a lightweight Sol beer bottle and not one of the heavy-weight Belikin bottles. It probably would have seriously injured or maybe even have killed her. She's a lucky gal.
Construction is proceeding at an almost torrid pace. We have a pretty large pile of lumber - all pretty-well used at this point. Here's some shots of workers rummaging through it to find just the pieces they need.
As expensive as wood has become, it's common to reuse and reuse wood till it literally splits apart.
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| "I Know There's One Here That's Just Right" |
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| Pulling Reluctant Nails |
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| Hot and Cold Controls |
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| Showing Controls From the Back |
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| Ozman At Work |
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| Plastering the Inside |
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| The Outside All Done |
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| Mixing Mortar for the Drain Field Fence |
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| Shaping the Curve of the Fence |
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| Fence Over the Trash Bin |
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| Pouring Continues |
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| Checking the Vertical Angle |
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| Dianna and Abraham In Class |
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| Viewing the Scenery From the Top Of the World |
Yesterday afternoon about 2:30 PM, Dianna and I were driving up the Norther Highway, north of Corozal. We were enroute to ITVET to pay the tuition for our upcoming Spanish class, when all of a sudden - BANG!
We were hit in the windshield by what I initially thought was a piece of ice. It felt wet as it got all over us. I immediately pulled over and asked Dianna if she was alright. She said she thought so, but as she turned toward me, the side of her face was pretty bloody. Whatever had hit us, broke the windshield right beside the passenger pillar.
I knew we were close to the Corozal Government Clinic or hospital as we call it, so I turned around and began heading toward it. I got on my cell phone and called 9-1-1. They answered and I gave them what information I knew. It wasn't much. We knew by that time that it wasn't ice but a beer bottle that hit us. Dianna had found part of the "Sol Cervesa" label. We also knew it came from a bus that was heading in the opposite direction. And, we knew the time. What we didn't know was the color of the bus, license plate or anything else useful.
I hung up talking to 9-1-1 at that time and concentrated on getting to the hospital. We whipped around the building to the emergency entrance. There was an orderly or something standing there and I hollered at him for some help as I jumped from the car.
I ran around to help Dianna get out of the car. The orderly was just standing there looking. I yelled at him to get some help. This time he started into motion. I'm sure now I was in hyper-drive and he probably was moving the whole time. At that time though, it seemed like nothing was happening.
By the time we got to the door, a group of nurses began to gather around. We guided Dianna to a bed to sit and the nurses began debriding the right side of her face.
At that time, I realized I hadn't told 9-1-1 where we were going, so I went outside (for cell coverage) and called them again. They advised me they had relayed the call to Corozal Station (It's a national 9-1-1) and that they had sent an officer to the bus terminal, but without a color he was unable to do much as there had been three or four buses pull in almost simultaneously.
After that, I went back in to check on Dianna. The nurses were just finishing up with her, applying some ointment and a gauze bandage with tape that refused to stick because her face was still wet from the cleanup.
Dianna wanted to go outside for a cigarette, so we did that while they prepared a prescription for her. They asked when her last tetanus shot was (about a year ago, thanks to our applying for the Peace Corps).
About that time a police officer showed up riding in a Government of Belize, Department of Works truck. I don't know if he actually came there to see us or not, but he asked what had happened and began taking notes as I retold the story up to that point. He agreed there wasn't going to be much the police could do with such skimpy information. He did advise us to stop at the police station to file a statement as soon as we were done at the hospital.
Shortly after he left, we were done at the hospital. They wanted Dianna to come back a couple of times to have her dressings changed. But it was obvious that her wounds were really minor - a slight cut on the right cheek and a few tiny nicks on her upper chest. Lots of blood, but really very little in the way of injuries. Her biggest wish right now was to get home and take a shower to remove all the tiny and powdered glass from all over her head and clothing.
I got her into the car and we headed home. As soon as we pulled in, Carlos (Jim and Melanie's Caretaker) wanted to know what happened. We told him and he gently gave Dianna a hug. As I took her around back to shower using the outside shower of the pool, I heard him firing up the ShopVac to begin cleaning the glass out of the car.
We got some of the larger pieces showered off, when Dianna complained the water was too cold. So, from there we went into our bathroom where she stripped off the glass-laden clothes and took a proper shower, gently removing all the glass.
After she dried off and put on fresh clothes, we went back out to the patio so she could have another smoke and to have a beer. By then, her only reaction was anger. At the idiot who threw the bottle. Whoever it was, probably didn't even know what they had done. Just finished their beer and pitched the bottle out. Unfortunately, it was on the driver's side of the bus, and we just happened to come along right at that time.
Reminded us of the rash of incidents in the Northwest, where people got injured/killed by stuff falling off trucks. Idiots are everywhere.
At about that time, I left and rode my scooter down town to give the police report. That was pretty uneventful. It did take them some time to fine the statement form, and to decide who was actually going to take my statement. When we were done, I asked if I could get a copy of the statement for insurance. The police officer told me I would have to come back tomorrow and fill out an application for a copy. Bureaucracy never strays far.
On the way back home, I stopped at the work site and told all the guys what happened. They felt the same as we did that fools were everywhere. I told them Dianna would be at the work site in the morning and they could all talk to her then.
I headed home and joined Dianna and a couple of friends who had dropped over (Larry and Bob) on the patio for another beer.
Just another day in the life here in paradise. Just watch out for flying beer bottles.
Thank God it was a lightweight Sol beer bottle and not one of the heavy-weight Belikin bottles. It probably would have seriously injured or maybe even have killed her. She's a lucky gal.
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| Dianna's New Car |
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| Patched Busted Windscreen |
And, finally, a quick shot of the streetside fence and how it's shaping up. Even this isn't up-to-date. They have finished plastering it. So I'll take more pictures this morning.
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| Streetside Fence Nearing Completion |
17 December, 2007
Evening Update
These shots all were taken about 5:00PM this evening. Not that that really matters, but I thought you'd like to know.
Here the concrete plasterers (who work for Franz) are plying their trade and are about half-done with the front (or canalside) stairs.
Work is progressing very fast in the bathroom. Here the shower has recieved sheets of a very dense cement-based product that the tiles will be adhered to. I don't remember o priatthe trade or even the generic name for the product.
If you notice in the shower itself, there's what appears to be two spigots. I asked what that was for, assuming they thought we were going to install a tub. The plumber said the lower one for there for if you wanted to fill or rinse a bucket. What a neat idea!
Another quick shot of the streetside fence. With the power having to be slightly rerouted for the fence, we made some quick alterations to take advantage of the drainfield opening up.
Here's the crew of Franz plastering a smooth finish to the steps.
On the left is the youngest member of Franz's team. I think he's about 15 years old. He's lucked out and is learning a good trade. It's obvious, for whatever reason, that he isn't in the upper divisions of school, so without the opportunity to learn a trade, it'd be a dead-end existence.
Here's Franz Ozman fastening one of the three or four receptacles in the lower level
I'll try to remember to get some pictures tomorrow of Dianna (get ready) driving her new car! She purchased a 1992 Nissan Stanza from Carlos, Jim and Melanie's caretaker. It needs repairs, of course, but it came along at the perfect time for us. My Isuzu needed to get into the shop for some needed repairs (too many to go into here. So, it's up the highway at Rick's, getting some TLC.
Here the concrete plasterers (who work for Franz) are plying their trade and are about half-done with the front (or canalside) stairs.
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| Getting Plastered |
If you notice in the shower itself, there's what appears to be two spigots. I asked what that was for, assuming they thought we were going to install a tub. The plumber said the lower one for there for if you wanted to fill or rinse a bucket. What a neat idea!
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| Shower in Place |
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| The Fence in Action |
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| Hard At Work on the Steps |
As we approach the magic hour of 5PM, everyone statrts to slowly stop whatever they were working on.
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| Cleaning the Sponges |
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| More Cleaning |
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| Making the Cut |
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| Waiting for the cap piece |
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| Ozman at work |
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