The Oven

Our storage unit is as hot as an oven.

You think I jest? No. It is an ocean container, all metal, down in elevation where is it hot, hot, hot.

Entering it is like stepping into an oven.

We are transferring our stored stuff from the container to our house. This is about an 1.5 hour round trip. I made it three times this afternoon.

Before the 3 trips to the container, I made one trip with 9, 20 foot long plastic pipes on the roof of my car. See photo above.

The good news is that we are almost moved out of the container. Tomorrow 2 more trips will do it.

This is a milestone. Out stuff has been in storage for 9 months...that is 9 months longer than we planned. Remember, our house was supposed to be completed when I arrived on January 4th.

You can stop laughing now. It's not funny...well, maybe a little.

The move into our house is going s-l-o-w-l-y. A half a step at a time.

We are going to look at furniture in David on Thursday. If our trip is fruitless, we will have to go to Panama City for it. I don't want to go to PC for furniture, but I will, if I can't hammer 16 penny nails into my eyes instead.

We were supposed to have electricity today. You guessed it. No electricity. None tomorrow either. It was declared a national holiday because a past president died a few days ago.

It doesn't take much to fiesta here. Any old excuse does just fine.

Damn, I was looking forward to power tonight.

Back to flashlight and candles.

I just stepped outside to get the camera so I could down load the picture and the night sounds knocked me over...so rich and intense, not to mention loud. Everything in Panama is loud, even the bugs.