Mission Accomplished At The DMV

So I drove all the way to Monticello which is about fifteen miles or so down the road east of here and I found the place where you get your driver's license and damn if there wasn't a sign on the door that said, "Closed Tuesday, July 17 and Thursday, July 19."

And they were right. It was closed.

Then I drove to Tallahassee which is about twenty-five miles or so west of Monticello because I was ready to get my license, dammit! I had my documents and I was wearing lipstick! Hey-hey! So I went to the office, thinking I'd be there for hours and damn if they didn't call my number in less than five minutes and from there it went quick and easy. I almost had a panic attack because one of the documents I had with my address and name on it had my PO box address rather than my physical address but then I found my new voter registration card and it DID have my physical address on it and that worked and the picture on my new license doesn't even suck. I just look like a little old round-faced woman but I don't look like a sociopath so I'm happy.

I love how they ask you all these questions like: Are you addicted to any drugs or intoxicants? Are you mentally ill? Do you suffer dizzy or fainting spells?

What person in their right mind is going to answer YES to any of those questions?

I just kept saying, "No m'am," "No m'am," "No m'am," until we got to the organ donor question to which I answered a resounding "YES!" but I have my doubts that anyone would want any of my organs and that includes my skin which is not looking good at all these days. But hell, if they want anything after I'm dead, they can have it. Although isn't there some report out about what they do to the remains of organ donors? I don't even want to know.
Frankly, whatever happens to my body after I'm dead is hardly a big concern of mine at the moment.

I felt like I'd won the lottery when I had that new driver's license in my hand and I don't have to get it renewed until 2020 or something ridiculous like that. 2020 doesn't sound like real year to me. It sounds like a Science Fiction year.

So then I went to the store for about the fiftieth time this week and got some squash and spinach and soy sauce and I looked for a Vogue Magazine because Keith Richards and his family are in it this month and you know I must have that.

But there was no Vogue Magazine at the Publix.

Oh well. Yet one more thing to look forward to.

And now I have two clean-ish bathrooms and rugs are going in the laundry and soy beans are simmering and whole-wheat/oatmeal bread is actually rising and the chicken waterer is filled up and I just think it's been a real good day although I did not see my grandsons so it wasn't perfect but it was pretty fine. I am giving all the credit to that pork chop and a good night's sleep. In fact, the entire secret to a happy and productive life may well be pork chops and a good night's sleep.


And tomorrow I'm going to go see Moonrise Kingdom. I swear to god I am. I don't care if I have to sit on the damn floor, I'm going to see that movie. 

Love...Ms. Moon