A very short post today because other than accomplishing the
whole reason for coming down to Panama for the third time this year nothing much
happened. We showed up at the bank as promised, right at nine in the morning
and because this is Panama, were told the paperwork would not be ready until
1pm. Panamanian bureaucracy is all about delays.
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| Finally Got the Paperwork Signed Here |
Luckily the paperwork was ready at the appointed hour and we
were ushered into a very impressive conference room for the signing. Obviously
no one had checked the room ahead of time because the prior night’s heavy rains
had exposed a leak in the roof and there was a quarter inch of water on the
floor. My wife spent a good twenty minutes trying to re-create her signature as
it appeared on her ID card which is very important in Panama. They have to
match exactly.
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| Wife Practicing her Signature |
While things were very calm here in the tropics my Cali-daughter
achieved a landmark event in what should be a distinguished writing career.
Whenever I think my scribblings possess any talent I then read something by a
real author, such as my daughter, and am properly humbled. She had one of her
short stories published yesterday and it was a delight to read here at her
grandparents’ dining room table. She combines a great tale of ships passing in
the night with the intricacies of modern relationships. Talent.
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| Artwork Accompanying my Daughter's Published Story |
While her aunts were conducting a fashion show of clothes my
wife brought down to donate I felt compelled to reach out to her after reading
the story and was lucky enough to catch both her and the Wingman on their couch
via Facetime. There ensued an excited bevy of aunts and grandparents jockeying
for position around the computer screen to view the increasing evidence of our
first grandchild. It was a perfect way to end what had been, up to that point,
a moderately frustrating day.
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