Well, my plan to go with the flow ran into a glitch. I got the books my mom sent me on living in Panama, and immediately skimmed them both, even though one was awful, self-published, unedited, and full of irrelevant stories, like a cheesy webpage in print. I determined that it is going to be very difficult for me to get legal residency there. It seems that if you're not on a pension, or rich, you have to either get a job, which is hard to do unless you're an experienced professional prostitute (a legal and in-demand job there, apparently); or marry a citizen. I could go the latter route (after getting a divorce of course), but Panama only lets tourist stay for 90 days, and that's a pretty short time to find a husband, even one of convenience.
Sometimes it's tempting to just give up on moving, and let the lullabye of everyday life put my adventurous dreams back to sleep, but then I remember that we owe over $100,000 on our house, and all the other reasons to believe we won't be just allowed to quietly tend our homestead here in years to come. My Dad is pressuring me to look for another job, saying I can't count on unemployment even if I qualify for it. He doesn't know much about my plans and my mom has asked me to tell him, because apparently he wants to meet with her while she's in the country to talk about his conerns about my brother, who is depressed, and mom doesn't want to have to keep my secrets. So the next time I see my dad I have to have a serious talk with him, which I look forward to about as much as a root canal.
The bookbinding class I took opened some kind of creative floodgate for me and I've been daydreaming and sketching designs for books and shoes. I ordered a reprint of a shoemaking book from the author. I really don't have time to work on crafts right now, but I feel a need to do so.
In my garden, the potatoes seem to have shed their bugs, and my reliable Roma tomatoes are about to ripen their first fruits. I don't know what I'll do with them, because I'm not crazy about raw tomatoes like so many poeple seem to be, and preserving food right now seems foolish, as I'm trying to clean out my freezer and pantry ahead of my move. I suppose I'll take a bunch to the food bank and see if its true that they accept fresh vegetables. My grape vine is finally growing this year after taking two years to get settled (thanks in part to my husband weed-whacking it twice). I've had bad luck with berries, but I have two blackberries setting fruit. I wonder what the fate of this garden will be in the months to come, as it is subject to the chaos of our lives.
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