4th of July in Panama

I hope the rage stops soon.

This morning, we were going to a breakfast brunch party to start celebrating the 4th. On our way out of the door, I got a call saying my mechanic could work on the car in an hour. I have been waiting for this opportunity and didn't want to miss it...

But cripes!

Now I had to jump threw hoops. We found Yella a ride to the party and I took off to see the mechanic. When I got there, he said he only had a hour to work on the car so I had to leave it for a couple of days. That was not the plan nor the conversation I just had with him.

No!!! Why does everything look good, then turn to shit and in the end NOTHING GETS DONE!

I am tired of it. For the first time I wanted to leave. Toss in the towel. Hit the road. Blow this pop stand. I am tired of trying to get the car fixed. Because that's all it is...trying...with no resolution.

In a serious funk, I head out to catch up with Yella at the party. Upon arriving, I notice that people are staying away from me. Gee, I wonder why? Could it be the homicidal look on my face.

After a while, I loosen up and start to enjoy myself. Met a lot of good people and, in the end, had fun.

In the afternoon, Yella went to a rehearsal for tonight's music at another 4th party. So I am alone for the afternoon.

It really hit me. The loss of old friends and things familiar as well as celebrating a major US holiday in a foreign land.

I got lonely.

Luckily, Yella returned and we attended the party. It was fun. Good jazz with Yella signing a few songs, visiting with friends and an impressive fireworks display for a small community.

Not the same as the 4th in Colorado Springs. This year, I heard the city cancelled the party. Another casualty of the poor economy. I was better off in many ways here.

Today was a roller coaster ride of emotion in Panama.