Tomorrow

Tomorrow we are assured the inverter/charger will be delivered here. I have seen a photograph of the part ostensibly in Uruguay. 

Yesterday I woke up before dawn and went outside to pick up some logs to feed the slumbering fire, an endless repetitive task, and going myself in a gray half light reflected by dripping fog and a spectral frigid stillness that put me mid winter somewhere not very nice. Under sunny skies even when cold this place is quite pleasant.

But yesterday was the day to stay abed. Adrián has been building two Mercedes Sprinters for two different customers but he needs parts too from TerraVentura the Victron importers as he is waiting for batteries and solar panels.

And yesterday a new Fiat Ducato, the van on which the Promaster is based also arrived ready to be turned into a camper. Adrián has a business we are just a couple of retirees living well until our build can be finished.

It’s just a bit weird not really knowing what’s going on or why the delays or where our $3,000 box is actually located.  We have more than two months left on our permission to stay in Uruguay, its winter so it’s not like we’re missing prime touring season or anything but I’d rather be sitting by the fire knowing GANNET2 is finished, tested and ready to go. Being stuck on TerraVentura’s mysterious schedule has been just a little odd, that’s all. But the waiting seems likely to be over, and I’m delighted they have got what we need for us. 

I think Rusty would be delighted to end his days here, as he has made this 

his domain. When it’s cold and the front door is closed he bangs on it with his head, the metal reverberating like a drum and one of us has to get up to let him in.

Adrián’s cats have got the measure of the old dog stalking past just far enough away that the struggle to get up isn’t worth the effort especially as he knows they will outpace him easily so he glares at them from the comfort of his stretched out resting place in front of the cottage.

They ignore him studiously as they go about their business in and out of the workshop.

I’m up to volume twenty  four of the Longmire novels, I’m struggling to read the ghastly details of the Terror of the French Revolution while I’m eyeing a novel by Brazilian Jorge Amado, vaguely relevant, as my next read.  I’m expecting to see out this week at least, still here. But we are starting to think about how we are going to get back into our home on wheels. 

It could be worse I suppose but like Mr Micawber I’m just waiting for something to show up. It’s looking good about now.