Where Once There Lived a Rainbow
There lives a rainbow no more.
For those of you who had seen previous photos of the living room of my rental home in San Nicolas, you may remember a strange cage type thing under the stairs and on the wall inside it was a painted rainbow. The previous renter said her grandkids liked to play in the cage so she painted the rainbow for them.
Well, as much as I love rainbows, this one was not going to stay. I asked the owner who put the cage in and what it was for. Apparently another renter did it for some kind of storage but I was stumped as to what to do with it. UNTIL.... my muse jumped on my shoulder and told me what to do.
I was in the midst of painting the dining room furniture when I ran out of the green paint but not the energy to transform something. I found almost a full gallon of the orange wall paint in the carport and away I went.
The stair wall needed to have some pop and I wanted it to tie the living room and dining room together so the orange paint now had a purpose. The inside of the cage and the bars themselves would all become orange as well. Once done with 2 coats, I'll lightly sponge gold over the metal bars. There is an electrical outlet in the cage so I'll be getting a string of sparkle lights to attach to the ceiling and then will put a couple of hooks for hanging ferns. On the floor, I'll put some Talavera pots with shade plants like bromeliads, and maybe a small self contained fountain. That's the plan, it's still an in-progress project, but what do you think? An indoor garden for a Mexican flavor.
Oh I love creativity - it's like speed in my circulatory system!
So, since I'm in all of today doing the painting stuff, let me tell you about last evening. I met my friend Janice for dinner at our corner restaurant. I was a few minutes ahead of her so I ordered a pina colada, allowed since I was walking one house away to get home. The drink the owner brought me was at least twice the size of drinks in FL and there was no skimping on the rum! It cost $2. At that price, I may become a lush!
She arrived, we chatted over chips and 3 kinds of salsa/dips. Just as we were getting ready to order, a lady came in who Janice knew. Natty spoke 99% Spanish and we speak 98% English so you can imagine that we had a lively conversation. She joined us for dinner. I ordered (chicken) fajitas pollo which came with zucchini, rice, and sliced avocado. The tortillas were made fresh from corn by the owner's wife but I passed on them. My plate cost $3.50 and, as usual, there was enough to take leftovers home.
When we parted, I walked around the corner to find a new street dog I hadn't seen before. He was a very pretty shepherd mix but very timid, probably abused, and fairly thin. Most street dogs are fed pretty consistently by the villagers but his guy looked needy. So, I gave him my chicken fajita leftovers and felt better for it.
I carry the clicker for the electric driveway gates but for some reason it didn't work. I thought it may need a new battery. Thankfully, I also had a set of keys so I could unlock the walk gate to the front door.
It was about 6pm and still very light out. When I went inside I saw that the kitchen ceiling fan wasn't working and it was obvious the electric was off. No wonder the gate wouldn't open. My only concern was the food in the fridge and freezer but short black outs aren't uncommon. Since I don't use A/C it didn't affect me much. In Florida's heat and humidity, a mere 30 minutes without A/C can have you sweating and panting. I went upstairs to catch the lake breeze and read for a while.
By 8:30, still no lights, I was getting worried and thought I'd check my neighbors to make sure I had nothing to fear. Two of those whom I'd already met weren't home. I got brave and knocked on the gate for a house where I hadn't yet met the occupants.
So now I know the lovely couple who lives in that house with their two kids, probably ages 11-13 and cute as the dickens. They were typically kind and explained to me that they were sure the electric would be back on very shortly as I saw their home lit by candles. The parents spoke a minimum of English but the kids were fluent. Geez, I wish we schooled our kids in the US to be multilingual like other countries!
I returned home and within 5 minutes the lights came on.
I feel blessed and safe and comfortable here in my little village. As I get to meet more people who become more familiar with me, I know there will always be caring neighbors who will watch out for me.
I may already be in heaven.