Never-ending story—and a party

I left you all with the impression that the banking story was over. I actually thought it was. When a trial transfer of a relatively small amount made its way seamlessly to my bank account in Canada, I shared a sigh of relief with all of you. Too soon, perhaps.

I initiated a second, much larger transfer (this is money from the sale of a house, so it’s a fair chunk of cash) on Friday, a week and a half ago. It was Friday afternoon, and the beginning of a long weekend here in Mexico, so when it didn’t show up in Canada by the middle of last week, I tried not to be too concerned. But it hasn’t shown up yet.

I have just returned from the bank here. They checked to see that everything is in order on their end, and it seems to be. Certainly the money is no longer in my account here.

“Then where is it?” I ask.

Shrug.

I don’t blame them for not knowing. It’s all virtual anyway, isn’t it? I gesture to the heavens and they nod.

They tell me if it hasn’t arrived  by the end of the day Wednesday, I can begin a process on Thursday to reverse the transfer-but that would take 20+ days and involve a lot of paperwork. When people here say a lot of paperwork, it’s hard to imagine how much that will be. Could be. Might be. Hopefully won’t be. I really can’t spend another 20 days here.

I try not to dwell on this, but how I wish Jack were here. Of course, then we’d still have the house…

Now, to take my mind off banking…on to the party. Most of you know that Jack and I were “adopted” by a wonderful Mexican family 20+ years ago. Then, they had young children. Now, their children are grown with children of their own, and yesterday I spent the day at the home of their younger daughter Monica—the one who has been so helpful with the bank—at a party to announce their choice of god-parents for their 9-month-old baby. The choice: Monica’s sister Cris and her husband Marco. Here’s a taste of the event.

The answer, of course, was YES!