Saturday, December 5, 2009

why do i even need a title anyway?

How do you tell when your 4 year old has spent most of her life living in the tropics, away from the Western World? When you take her into a second-hand store, and she sees a pair of long trousers and excitedly says… “Look, Mum, a jumper (or sweater for the Canadians) for legs!” I so had to laugh out loud at that one. So then we went and found her a jumper that would fit her legs and she spent all afternoon in a pair of long pants…never mind that it was very hot and humid! Well, I guess she does not see long trousers that often, especially not girl ones and she never wears them herself. I think she knows what jeans are, as Kirilee often wears jeans, but these ones were not jeans…and I guess she had to think of something to call them!

While I am sharing that story I may as well share a few more: The other day we had to get our PNG licenses renewed (drivers), so we set aside a morning to tackle that. We headed to the office, and did pretty well first of all, with only a short wait to get the form, fill it out and then pay….but then the wait started. You have to wait to get your photo taken… but no one was going in to get that done and the office was just getting more and more packed….lots of sweaty bodies in a small room…mmmm…

Well, eventually we were told that the photo-taking man had gone home sick, and that some other man was trying to figure it out, so that we could still be processed. Andrew figured that this meant it would be ages still so he went across the road to pay our garbage collection bill….except when he got there he was told that the machine which printed the garbage stickers (every three months you need to buy a sticker to put on your bin, so that it will be collected. Andrew had tried a few weeks back but was unable to get a new sticker, and was told to come back which is what he was doing) was still broken! So I guess we are getting free garbage collection at the moment…

And, then, he walked back into the office where I was and we were called up immediately. Us and two others (actually we were all the ones who had paid last, but we weren’t complaining ) went in, had our photo taken and our cards printed on the spot. So after all that it went quickly. We were thankful for that. Only thing is that according to our new license I was born in Albani (supposed to be Albany) while Andrew was born in Australia, Andrew’s license number changed by one number accidentally, and Andrew’s class of license was different on this one than on the last one. But who cares? If they don’t, we don’t. Important thing is that we’re official again now, and we have something to show when we get stopped for a license check!

2 comments:

carla said...

You guys have re-defined bureaucracy!! Wow...great that God gives you that extra measure of pateince! t and c

carla said...

patience is also required when one is e mailing so as to get the spelling right...