Archive for February 1st, 2009

In Panama when in rains, it pours.  If you live in a desert area like Nevada or Arizona and come down to Panama you would not believe what a tropical cloud burst really is.

During the rainy season (from mid May to mid December), about noontime, it gets dark and electrical storms are accompanied with lightning, thunder and very heavy rainfall.  When those days are here, many people long for a bright sunshine.  Not me.  I have my sunshine every day, no matter what.  Let me expand.

Over the years I was able to accumulate enough sunshine inside me to last till the day I go upstairs to talk to the bearded guy; if you know what I mean.  First let me talk about my first sunshine.  Here I go.

Sunshine No. 1

I met her when I was 29 years old.  She was introduced to me by a coworker at Refinería Panamá, S.A., a subsidiary of Texaco Inc.  I was working as a Financial Accounting Assistant  making about $430 a month.  In those days it was a good salary for a bachelor.  It was 1976.

After I was introduced to Aura—that’s her name—my life turned 180 degrees.  I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t concentrate on my work, I couldn’t breathe.  Her face orbited around my mind like the moon to the Earth; round and round like and never stopping Merry-go-Round.

After a long courtship of four years—we were saving money to buy a house—we finally tied the knot.  Ever since, I’m the luckiest man alive.  I had found the jackpot at the end of the rainbow.  Everything you can ask for about a perfect wife, Aura has it, plus a lot more.  For me, she’s the perfect definition of wife and marriage.  Aura is my life and my first sunshine.

Let me introduce Aura to you.  Here she is:

This is my wife Aura, my wife for 29 years and the first sunshine in my life.

This is my wife Aura, my wife for 29 years and the first sunshine in my life.

Sunshine No. 2

After our first year of marriage, we discovered Aura couldn’t have babies.  We wanted to have at least two.  We searched under the rocks for a doctor to find a solution to our problem.  No joy.

Then we decided to adopt one.  The bureaucracy to adopt a child in this country is enough to drive you loco.  After about a year of filling out all sort of documents, attending to never-ending interviews and paying  for fiscal stamps a mile high, we decided to call it quits.

Still we were positive something could be done to usher a stork to our house.  We went to Cartagena, Colombia to seek for our baby.  The Colombians were even worse than their Panamanian counterparts, so we returned with long faces back to Panama without a baby in our hands.  We looked up to the sky and with resignation said, “Good Lord, have it your way.” And that was that.

Time passed and our hair turned gray and white.  One day, I looked at the mirror in the morning and saw an impostor.  It was an old man with white hair.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Without noticing, I had turned into an old man with no descendants.  Then something good happened.  Abdiel was born.

Abdiel is the son of Aura’s nephew, Alcibidades.  Since his birth, he has been with us on and off.  All the love we had accumulated in our “love boxes” for 29 years were focused on this baby boy.  He’s now five years old.  We are blessed to have Abdiel with us, even though he doesn’t live permanently with us.  But every time he comes to our home, a million rays of light filter through the windows of the house.  Abdiel is the second sunshine of my life.  I raise the curtain and out he comes.

This is Abdiel, my wifes grandnephew, and my second sunshine.

This is Abdiel, my wife's grandnephew, and my second sunshine.

Even if they extracted me from Panama, and place me in Siberia where there is no sun for months, they can never take the sunshine away from me, because they are embedded deep in my heart.  Wherever I go, I always carry two sunshines with me—Aura and Abdiel.   Good Day.

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This diary was written by someone who just moved back to snow country.
December 8 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and my wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry-we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such a nice man, I’m glad he’s our neighbor.

December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle.  The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn’t huff and puff so.

December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for my wife’s car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. My wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.

December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my behind on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurts like hell. My wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at my wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to her. I hate it when she’s right. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20
Electricity is back on, but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.

December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it’s so cold, it probably won’t melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to pee. By the time I got undressed, peed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he’s too busy.

December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. My wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she, nuts?!! Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she’s lying.

December 24
6 inches – Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.

December 25
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God, I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. My wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she’s a fricking idiot. If I have to watch ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ one more time, I’m going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She’s really getting on my nerves.

December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. I think I’m going crazy!

December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That’s the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars for the beating I gave him. My wife went home to her mother. Nine more inches predicted.

December 31
I set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling.

January 8
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?  Is it snowing outside?

Source:  Bits & Pieces

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