Onward

I can't believe that it has been two weeks since I wrote my last blog post. Every time I go to Panama, I come back reinvigorated with a long list of things that need to get done, so I have been very busy, immersed in stuff. Isn't 'stuff' a neat word? It can act as a lazy person's verbal shortcut; a descriptor used when there is no time (or talent) for elaboration. So, I have been working on stuff. Lots of stuff. Boring stuff, exciting stuff, even some disappointing stuff. How's that? Is that enough detail?

No? Okay then: Here's a little more. Cocktails in Boquete appears to be dead. I say "appears to be" because I suppose there is some hope of a reincarnation somewhere and somewhen, but not right now. Two parties are in dispute and we, the Canadian investors, are caught in the middle. It is not a big thing for us, financially, but it is disappointing because Cocktails, in the few short days of its life, was a fun and vibrant place. I will miss it. Still . . . Next! Or, as one of my Canadian partners put it: "We'll keep poking along. Shit happens. Onward."

I have never been one for post mortems. When something is dead, why agonize over its demise? It's gone. It's time for another chapter or at the very least another verse in the same chapter. I was having a logo designed for the bar by graphics students at a local college and when I get it I will still look for an opportunity to use it in the future, hopefully in a building I own (with my partners, if they still want another go-round after this experience) and with no strange entanglements with landlords and no bizarre supply arrangements. I will miss 'Pete.' He is off somewhere regrouping. I wish him well.

And, so life goes on. It is another cold and dreary day in London, Ontario, but I am listening to some gypsy jazz, mostly by Bireli Lagrene or The Rosenberg Trio, and that is keeping me warm. Now, if only the sun would shine.