Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts

Sunday, November 28, 2010

S L O W L Y WINS THE RACE?

One moment we’re careening along, then “bump”, another road block. All paperwork has been forwarded to appropriate folks in Panama, and so we wait once more. We westerners are too darned impatient with our McDonalds fries and ATM’s, email, texting and other paraphernalia to speed our lives along, and I, for one, am just as caught up in the “hurry-up” mode as anyone! The need to be patient and wait is still not setting well with me. If I burp, I could cough up an official or two who are stuck in my throat right now!
Maintaining enthusiasm is getting a tad more difficult…dreams are meant to be realized I suggest, not lie stagnating or become dormant and unrealized. Realizing a dream is what this adventure is about, and even though I know if I persevere, it’ll happen, be darned if it isn’t one difficult task to stay positive some days.
So, the wait is for bank approval of our little loan to effect the house building plus those pesky documents sitting on a civil servant’s desk in Ottawa awaiting a rubber stamp and to be sent on to the Consulate for Panama. I once thought our Canadian civil service not only lacked civility but also common sense, and now I know it for sure, and realize it is a universal malady, not cured by a flu shot (if only!) or my ranting, or even my polite requests. Sit on your hands at this point and wait…
At least the home front is faring better. The “boys” are settled and have even begun to accept their indoor status for the most part. If the overly large mastiff my son owns is near the door when I open it, a hasty retreat is beat amid much huffing and hissing. Can’t say I blame them…he’s a huge beast with bad breath and a nosy attitude. As for my adorable and lively grandson? If he dares poke his curious head in their direction, he gets a hiss from Bogart and a rapid retreat from Cagney. The little guy can’t fathom the general fur flying and spitting, so proceeds apace amid cries of “Careful, they’re scared of you!” Right! I’m two years old, and innocent as a lamb, just want to maul a bit and they run away! Who wouldn’t get that?
So, another week starts, and I may as well get on with the Christmas shopping and decorating while I wait for the next step. Which is? Approve plans, sign a contract or several, another down-payment I should think, and selection of some finishes. I’ve begun inquiries at other developments in the area…just in case!
Ciao!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

SNAKES and LADDERS?

As a youngster, I remember playing board games and card games with great relish. After all, we didn't have a television until I was 12 years old, and ours was a 12" screen complete with hanging magnifying glass so we could all see the picture (some days, that is!). There was one channel, the BBC, in black and white and I thought it quite marvellous, if a little clouded and often without sound, depending on the way the rabbit ears faced!

When I taught at the local university, my students howled at my descriptions of my young life - they had no idea what life was like without HD TV, Wii, I-phones, the internet, text messaging and phones with little tiny buttons...I dared not tell them the whole truth in case I was committed and returned to the Ark for rehabilitation!

My recent life had become deja vu. I have been transported back to the joy of climbing ladders and the despair of landing on a snake tail. Last week, I thought I had found that incredibly long snake that would whisk me back to the start of the game. But all was not lost after all! The snake stopped partway and I found myself climbing a ladder once more. Glory be I shouted...the universe has heard my pleas, and we are back on track, albeit two months later than anticipated!
Once more we have an accepted offer on our house and this one looks for real. If all progresses as it should, we will receive our monies on November 10th and be gone off to our little apartment (around 800 square feet!) and can start building the house in Panama. Another 8 months after that and we will be "sunbirds". This is my term for our situation , 'cos we aren't snowbirds, jetting off during winter to find the sun, but quite the opposite in that we will be jetting back to Canada to cool down on occasion.

I did receive all my documents back from Ottawa and am forced to start that process over. Never mind, I say, all will be well. We just have to remain patient and do as we are told. There is no deviating from the edicts of government. One has to remember who generally works for our various levels of government - the most anally inclined and procedure oriented persons on the planet!

On a bright note to conclude this post, I am discussing future publication of this delightfully entertaining and informative missive! So, read on, sign up to follow me, and give me feedback. After all, it all YOUR fault I am even considering the possibility of sharing my quirkiness with the whole world!