Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Remesa

REMESAS

We will, with the help of the Money her son sends us from New Mexico, put a new roof on our house. Metal instead of wood, plastic instead of clay, no more tile. We will use duralita, a corrugated material which is $1.75 the square meter. No cracks, no seperate parts. Tile has been around for hundreds of years, the only roof we have known, besides grass. Now our son who has a girlfriend and a job and who will probably never come back it seems like, well, we will put on a new roof.

The first thing we did was buy a TV. Then a sound system. Then we put three more rooms on the house, one where I sleep, the other, where four others sleep, soon to be five because his brother´s girlfriend is pregnant. Can we talk about this please???

The roof will be nice. No more raindrops or wood or replacing tile. It will be nice. Thanks to her lost son, this ghost, this son of phone calls and 9-digit bank codes and street addresses and towns we don´t remember or bother to know anymore. We lost track. Thanks to him. Metal instead of wood, plastic instead of clay, reminders he´s there to stay.

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