Wednesday, January 15, 2014
“After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.” ― Chuck Palahniuk
It has been twelve days since my passport renewal appointment where I was told it would be another five to seven business days before the passport would be ready. Apparently, not only are weekends not business days but neither are Tanzanian national holidays. I was careful not to include American holidays when I set up the appointment, but didn’t know about the Tanzanian ones (the U.S. Embassy closes on all Tanzanian national holidays). So, since it is now four P.M. on Wednesday, January 15th, and I have heard nothing from the embassy today, the passport may be ready tomorrow or Friday—or next week. We have plane reservations for Saturday the 18th, and I may just send Karen home, especially since we have brand new puppies (born last night) that she needs to mother since the mother dog isn’t very good at it. If we do that, I will move to a cheaper hotel and try to make our money last another week. We’ve been doing pretty well and feel very secure here. There are flags of several countries flying outside the hotel, but the American flag is not one of them—for security reasons. Karen has been just wonderful about everything. The picture at the right was taken where we had lunch today just after she had her hair done. She is happy with me, but not with the embassy at the moment. I have devoted most of my life to making her happy, but I can’t make American bureaucracy work any faster than it does. I sure hope the Embassy doesn’t use DHL to send passports from the U.S. to Tanzania because I already know how that turns out. Anyway, we will be here together for two more days and then I will probably be on my own until the passport arrives. Karen has to prepare for a teaching seminar she is giving the last week in January, so she really needs to get back. She has enjoyed doing her swimming exercises and feels much better—that’s a good thing. I still have books to read and old movies to watch on television, so I will survive. I just wish I would hear from the embassy, but TIA (This Is Africa) even if we are Americans.