Yesterday, husband expressed alarm over the proximity of the structure being put up by our back neighbor. He took pictures, one of them this:
That’s our unkempt wall and behind it the structure.
Here’s the other photo he took:
I also became alarmed.
Today I was thinking about what I could do.
Should I complain? But would such be justified? I thought of reasons not to do so: townhouses are attached to each other, so are buildings. Was this any different?
Then a Eureka! moment. I decided to consult an architect, the son of my kuya of sorts. Sent him a PM in Facebook and the above pictures. He initially quoted building and structural laws and then asked for my land line, saying he had feedback.
Bottom line, the proximity wasn’t a problem provided they wouldn’t build on our wall. We should watch out, though, he said, that their beams are not too far apart from each other.
It felt so good to be thus reassured.
This architect’s dad and our family (my parents and sister) go back a long way. I think I was in grade school back in the sixties when I first met the dad; he was a varsity basketball player of my father’s alma mater, ergo my father was asked to help host and he was forever assigned to us, or maybe we asked for him, or he, us. Because his companions weren’t always the same, but he was a constant. And like the only one of the 10 lepers who came back to say thank you in various ways, he has been coming back or at least been around for the family, particularly me. I would consult him on any bank-related issues in the past for the family; he quietly wrote “Don’t worry, be happy” on his wedding gift for us; he became bank VP but I didn’t treat him any differently from when he was a fresh recruit. And he didn’t seem to mind. And the friendship has gone beyond him and us, to include his son and daughter, and hopefully my son. But the direction has mostly been from him to us; eventually I hope life will give us an opportunity to give back.
I am grateful.
Wow, this is my second post today expressing gratitude.