New days are a mystery. We never know what what a new day will bring. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my birthday rolled around a couple days ago. This year it marked not only my birthday but also the dreaded expiration of my driver’s license. My state offers the convenience (for a small added fee) of renewing on line. I’m all for such convenience! I logged onto our state web site and began the process of entering all the required information and hit the enter key. The satisfaction of bypassing one extraordinarily long and slow line at the Driver’s License Bureau washed over me. The final page loaded and this bright red message appeared.
You cannot renew your license electronically two years in a row. You must go to your local Driver’s License Bureau.
Argh! Moan! Groan!
My beautiful crochet bag (made for me by a faraway friend) is loaded and ready to go. I packed enough cotton yarn to make a half dozen dish cloths. I plan on being there when the doors are unlocked in hopes of beating the crowd, but I know my hope is optimistic. Chances are I’ll make it in time to see sleepy eyed campers breaking down tents and stuffing them into compact cars.
The events this new day will hold are a mystery to me, but I know with a certainty the renewal of my driver’s license will not be convenient this year. I’m going to try to just be thankful for some “relaxation” time and enjoy crocheting while I wait.
Until next time…
here’s something to ask yourself.
Are you so busy working for God that you never spend any time with God?
apron strings 
So, how many did you get crocheted?
Did you get that elusive license taken care of?
I hang my head in shame…I finished none. The place was so packed a feeling of claustrophobia washed over me and never left. It was reminiscent of the proverbial can of sardines minus the fishy smell. I was sandwiched in between two young men who bathed in sickening sweet, stinky stuff; the kind that is supposed to make young women swoon before them…I assure you it did not have that effect on this old girl:). Fish would have been more appealing. I left home without breakfast. 🙂
On an up note, it only took 1 hour and 15 minutes to renew my license. Though that still seems like a long wait, it’s a vast decrease in my wait two years earlier. There were actually two young women who more were conscious of their performance than filing their nails and didn’t take a break after each “number” (of which I was 81). They worked quickly enough to offset the two who slacked after dismissing each “number” they “served”. (They could have called in sick and accomplished more.)
This visit to the Driver’s License Bureau marked a first in my Mississippi experience. In all the years I’ve lived here my license had to be mailed from Jackson until this year. I walked out with the new, improved, more difficult to counterfeit, valid license complete with picture. …and “they” say Mississippi is ten years behind every other state in the union. Ha!
Well, you can’t judge a whole state by one office, rofl!
Nope…but if you visit very many offices you’ll get a pretty accurate consensus.
In Mississippi’s defense, if I hadn’t moved here so many years ago I’d probably be dead by now. Death in the fast lane is usually pretty brutal…Life in the slow lane…well…you get to savor the pain. 🙂
Mostly I jest…
In Mississippi I found true love…
and love covers a multitude of foibles.
Foibles…hmmmmm….loose translation.
I am, afterall, queen of my double-wide. 🙂