I try to keep a sunny attitude. I do. I really do.
I often close my eyes and click my heels and whisper : There is no place like home...there is no place like home.
And then the reality strikes.
Apart from the problems of the blank television screen, which today was diagnosed as a problem with the box, the receiver, I had an unpleasant experience when this morning I tried to open the door to the bodega and it fell off its hinges.
The telly problem can be solved, at a price, and I have started to work on that. The door is a more complex deal because some time ago, noticing that the top hinges were pulling loose, I asked Rey to help me refasten them. He suggested to replace the door with a new one, an iron door , strong and not subject to weather the way a wooden door is.
And I gave him the measures, as he suggested, to take to his work where there just happened to be a person doing this kind of work. And that was it. Rey has not been back since and I have not heard from the maker of doors and now I have no door to keep out the rain.
But I try to keep a sunny attitude. Tomorrow I will go down to the village and see if the local ironmonger will give an estimate.
Tomorrow.