Oops! It happened again!

Rage! Again.

I haven't been in a rage for a few weeks. A record break from the frustration of building a home in paradise.

Over the last week, it just kept coming and coming. Finally, I popped.

I met with our attorney to start the process for our 20 year property tax break. She did a wallet-dectamy on me for $600 just to start. After I left, she noticed that the property number on the Occupancy Permit had transposed numbers and had to be corrected.

Damn!

I drive back to David to get the document. Then I try to find a translator which takes me until Thursday. So off to the Alcaldia to get it fixed. They can't do it for a day. I get it Friday.

A week waisted, money for a translator and I'm frustrated. Plus, 2 additional trips to David.

Then, the construction process takes a big swipe at me.

We hired a retro (backhoe) to finish burying the stumps and brush from construction. That's all we wanted.

I left Yella to tend the task because she wanted a little work around her creek too. She let's the guy go to work. When she looks up a couple of hours later, he has made a mess.

He started to regrade the property. What?! And, he dug up the septic pit and damaged it. Then he has the audacity to tell us it was not built right.

That's right. After he ruined it, it wasn't built right.

So I rush over to the house to take a look. What a mess.

It just pissed me off. And, I couldn't shake it.

Later that evening, I finally was able to get a little freedom.

Yella went back to the house this morning and got the retro operator back on track. But, every time she turned around, he was back doing things that we didn't want. She ended up standing there watching his every move.

Panamanians have a habit of doing what they want, not what you want. We are done with him today. Good riddance!

Oh, to top it all off, I threw out my back this morning. Picking up a little, light suitcase. It actually went POP. Uh oh! I couldn't get back up, so I had to go down on my knees for a while. Now, I am stooped over, hobbling and groaning.

Do you feel sorry for me? I thought not. Not to worry. We have a fantastic Chiropractor down here who will work her magic on Monday.

Well, it's a new day and things don't look that bad.