It looks like we might possibly have "luz" Monday. Maybe. More or less. Yesterday, the lawyer didn't know if it might possibly be today. Maybe. More or less. The inspection was done last Friday. That I know for certain. I was there. As a result, the "bulletin" was produced Tuesday of this week (Monday was a holiday). Something supposedly happened Wednesday, but I have no idea what. Thursday, the lawyer received the "certificate," which was produced as a result of the "bulletin," which was produced as a result of the inspection.
For some reason, the lawyer needed our passport numbers today. I happened to bump into him on the street around noon or I probably would not have known. I also happened to bump into him on the street yesterday, which is how I found out the certificate had been received, but he didn't tell me he needed our passport numbers yesterday. And now, apparently, the electric company can't finalize anything without our passport numbers.
To be honest, I don't know if the certificate was received Thursday or Wednesday. It seems obvious that the lawyer could have turned in our passport numbers yesterday and had the "luz" turned on today. There only seems to be action or progress when I bump into him. And it seems that only one progression is allowed per day.
We believe our electricity would have been turned on two weeks earlier had we taken care of this ourselves and not let the lawyer do us "a favor" and use his power and influence. But there's nothing to be done about it now except to smile, comment politely on how much it is costing us to remain in the hotel, and then say in Spanish "thank you for all your help." I plan to see if I can negotiate a little money back for our time lost. But I don't expect much
MAKING A FACE, 1948.
|ME. MAKING A FACE|
WEDDING DAY, 2010.
When I walk by the cathedral, I love looking at the stony expressions on the faces of the saints around the doors. Perhaps something to strive for. Not sainthood. Just a stony expression.
I do my business in Spanish but, while we work, Esther and I give each other little lessons in our respective languages and that is extremely entertaining. Yesterday she asked me what "night everyone" meant. After a moment, I realized it was simply short for "good-night everyone" and then explained it was like people here saying "buenos" instead of "buenos dias" for "good morning," something we hear all the time. When Jerry and I took the train to Yale University and would then part company to head to our offices at opposite ends of campus, we would always say, "Have a good one." We commuted with a woman who was originally from Croatia. She would always indignantly demand, "Have a good WHAT?"
Today, Esther's question was, what does "because of you" mean? She picks things up from song lyrics. I enjoy these conversations and I don't worry about what faces I make. Besides, I usually finish with a smile.