This morning I woke up to the sound of someone drilling the bedroom ceiling. The concrete ceiling. The developers have promised to finish all the work within the next couple weeks and one of the final projects is our roof deck. I use the word "deck" loosely since right now it's basically a concrete slab with water tanks and a couple palapas (thatch umbrella thingys).
The key piece they're working on now is a wall to keep people from falling off. We asked about it at the building Christmas party and (ticks off fingers) six months later it's finally happening. Building a wall doesn't normally require drilling, but remember my post a few weeks ago with the picture of our satellite dish? The one on the edge of the wall-less roof? Yeah, that needed to move.
Fortunately Ibis took it upon himself to move the dish (I was worried the workmen would drop it) and an hour later and several calls to the satellite company, we had signal again. Since I was awake I got out of bed to start my morning cleaning, and was greeted with this:
Zooming doesn't seem to be my strong suit, so what you're looking at are little styrfoam balls. Why is there styrofoam on your deck? you ask? Because of the materials used to build in Mexico. Most buildings are concrete and they use inch-thick styrofoam sheets with a metal frame/cage-like support around it. If you drill deep enough into the concrete, you hit foam. Pull out the drill and voila!
While I was on the deck I remembered to take a picture of our washer/dryer unit. Yes, I have a nice view while doing laundry. The white plastic box on the far wall is a retractable clothesline. I stood in front of the kitchen sink to take the picture, so this is also my view when I wash dishes.