Thursday, January 16, 2014
“It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.” — Elizabeth Taylor
As old as I am, according to Elizabeth Taylor (see above), I should have a great capacity for waiting—but I don’t. I sent an email to the embassy yesterday and this is (verbatim) what I received back: “I see from the system that it is ‘en route’ to us. But it has not arrived yet.” I only hope that it is not “en route” via DHL. I am not as adaptable or as facile with change as I once was. I do like to know what is happening and going to happen, but as of today, I only know that I will be in Dar Es Salaam for perhaps another week. I am sending Karen home on Saturday. My children are much better at change and adaptability than I am. My oldest son, Chris, and his wife, Brenda, live in Manhattan and have been at the same address for years, but in April they are moving to a new building (not far from where they now live) called Gotham West. It’s a beautiful building, as you can see in the picture at the right. It also contains a very famous collection of eating places called the Gotham Market. It’s worth looking up on Google which is where both Brenda and Chris work. Otherwise, nothing else to report from here. Exciting things going on in Bunda, but we are here. Even the pool was closed today so Karen couldn’t do her water aerobics. We wait, like Estrogen and Vladimer in “Waiting for Godot”. If you have seen the play or read it, you know that Godot never comes. I hope my passport does. It may seem a trivial thing, but I would appreciate your prayers to get that little, legal, booklet into my hands. Thank you.