A Day in the Life

It was early to rise for me today.  I had to get a run and workout in prior to my big activity.

All of this after a breakfast at Olga's.  I am convinced this is the best place to eat, maybe in the world.  I had a grande plate of fruit...papaya, banana, kiwi, mango, pineapple...all ripe to perfection with the best cup of coffee in Boquete with toast for $3.80  With a big hug from Olga, the real specialty of the house.

Now my big activity...

I went to help build the set for the play Yella is in, The Vagina Monologues.  When I got there, they had most of the work completed.  Really great because I hate that mindless stuff. 

It was bad enough having a lady point her finger, telling us what to move, clean, pick up etc.  What made it worse is that she had no sense of humor.  Those that know me, know that I am full of wise ass remarks.  This did not go over well.

Too bad!  That is the price of my labor.

This play will be the best dramatic presentation that the community has experienced to date.  A new director is in town and he is a talented pro.  After all,  wouldn't even let the ladies drink wine a rehearsal, a major departure from the "party" that most rehearsals are.

The only problem...

The attendance will be low because so many men are staunchly avoiding the play.  I don't know what they are afraid of but it is effecting attendance.  Maybe we have too many old, fat, bald guys who have lost interest in...ahem, well, you know.

After finishing the set, we all went out to eat which is always good fun.

After lunch I went to our house with friends that have not seen our ALMOST finished house, otherwise known as...my never ending project, that piece of shit, the most frustrating thing in my life, my nemesis, the Panamanian cultural immersion education, the source of my hair loss and more.

Low and behold, a guy was working on the house.  And, he said that our builder had been there earlier.  What?  And, some critical things were done.

Just keep me in the dark and feed me bullshit.  I love it when stuff gets done, but do think he would tell me?  We may be getting our occupancy permit, but who knows?

It is hard to celebrate the progress when you don't know what it is.