And that’s not pirate talk.
This morning, as every morning, I got up and fumbled around in the kitchen. Ground my Finca de Ruiz Tuesta Italiano beans to brew my morning eye-opener. Add water to the bottom part of the mocha pot, grounds in the funnel and set on the burner. The stove is gas and has an automatic lighting function. Click, click, clickclickclickclickclick. Nothing. Zero! Zip! Nada! Rien!
Minor irritation because I’m not caffeinated yet, and there are two 100 pound tanks out in the shed (it’s called a “deposito” here. I like that word. A place where you “deposit” the detritus of your life.)
So, I go out, switch from one tank to the other. Back at the stove…Click, click, clickclickclickclickclick. Nothing. Zero! Zip! Nada! Rien! Again!
Now THAT’S an Arrrrrgh moment.
It’s only 6:20 a.m. so it’s too early to call the gas people, but thank goodness there’s a microwave and a French Press and at least the electricity is working so I was able to get that first cup of coffee.
An hour later I called Tropigas and made arrangements to get the tanks changed. While I enjoy talking to the locals in Spanish I HATE talking on the phone. You don’t get the body language signs that you do when talking to someone face-to-face and waving your hands around in the air has absolutely NO IMPACT when you’re talking on the phone.
Anyway, we got things worked out and supposedly Señor Kenny will be here around 2:30 this afternoon. I didn’t ask if that was ACTUAL time or PANAMANIAN time. Those are two entirely different things. We’ll see.
One More Good Adventure 
Well, I certainly hope you’re all fixed up by now. A week ago I woke up to a dead coffee pot, and just about had a coronary.
There seem to be an unnatural number of “things” dying of late. I have a friend who swears it’s the moon in Pisces or some such. In my case it’s just that I’m such a tightwad I keep things until they do die – this pot was programmable in its early life, but that hasn’t been working for two years. It didn’t seem any reason to toss the pot.
Hope all is well. I’ve had a week marked by a tumble at work (no real damage, but some interesting bruises created by falling on my nether portions onto a tool bag filled with vise grips, ratchets and so on) and a ten day visit from my mother’s sister. So, we’ve been out and about – Mom 93, her sister 85 and me, trying to keep up. 😉
They’re on their own for dinner tonight, with salad and frozen pizza. I told them I had important stuff to do. Like reading your blog!
Fortunately the gas people were operating close to “actual time” rather than “Panama Time” and I had gas about an hour later than their estimated time of arriving at the house.
Hope you’re doing better now. Falling on your pooper can be a pain in the ass, that’s for sure.
I bet your mom and aunt are enjoying themselves, and I appreciate your flattery.
That’s no flattery, that’s the truth. I’ve been feeling bloggie-deprived of late, and it’s a pleasure to get back. 😉