Expectation are Off Limits Here

Expectations...

The source of all my upset, rage and disappointment.

My mechanic blew me off again so he is not my mechanic anymore and I'm not replacing him.

We had an appointment yesterday at 3 pm. I called to confirm. You would think that would protect me against being blown off BUT NOOOOOOOO!!!

The jerk wasn't there. It took me 45 minutes to establish that he was indeed gone. He works at a Mission, which includes a dozen buildings, making the search tedious. As I asked each person where he was, they would tell me "just in the next building," successfully leading me around by the nose. When I finally called him, he said he didn't even think about contacting me to cancel. Oh well, he was sorry but helping the indigenous people is more important.

Sorry for sure.

Granted, he is a missionary with a Higher Calling and his first commitment is to help the indigenous people. I support his Higher Calling but couldn't he pick up the phone? Where did the virtue of courtesy go as well as the other Beatitudes in his Work. Let's call a spade a spade. He was inconsiderate and hiding behind his religion to justify his lack of courtesy.

Grrrrr!!!

I got up this morning and decided that I didn't care if the car ever gets fixed. It can disintegrate and blow away. I will walk, take buses or sprout wings and fly before I try to fix a F@#$!#@ing car here.

The automobile process is now, buy'm, use'm and throw'm away because fixing them just isn't worth the personal hell.

Do ya think I'm pissed? Can you see the 3 year old coming out? I'm going to my corner to pout now.

Miraculously, I had a great day!

I gave up the expectation of fixing the car! (I do notice that the rage bleeds threw every now and them)

On another front, the house is moving along at a good pace. More has been accomplished in the last week than in the last 3 months. I guess Yella's pep talk got the builder's attention this time.

We shall see.

Now, he is actually calling me and rushing us along. Get this, get that, decide this, meet me here, there...

Kind of fun. Like a building project should be.

On another note (bad pun for sure), we are playing music Friday night with another couple at the Oasis. (Gee, that's an original name). What a hoot. I really look forward to it.

Music and re-learning the guitar are one of the highlights of retirement in Panama.

I got another invitation to play in a band yesterday. I told the guy I wasn't very good. He said, "Well, the only other guitarist is leaving, so you are it." I haven't figured out how I'm going to take that yet.

It is nice to be in demand. Remember, the bar is pretty darn low down here.

I just hope he doesn't have an EXPECTATION. You know where that leads.