Some of you might remember my post from December, “Manana Means Not Today.” I am pleased to report that manana finally arrived today, almost four months late!
Gatito the carpenter eyed the (slight) water damage from the poorly-installed window then slowly rubbed his jaw as we discussed those old tablas (boards) that his crew failed to replace and sundry other details that were never finished.
On parting we agreed that work would resume on Tuesday, and we shook hands.
“Martes,” I looked him in the eye and held it for a few seconds more than needed.
“Martes,” he nodded.
“Martes in six days,” I said, “and not Martes in August.”
He laughed, and I laughed, and most likely he will honor his promise.
Anyone want to place a bet? Will he show up on Tuesday or not?