My driver’s license expired yesterday. Since I didn’t have to accumulate a stack of supporting papers to renew it, I set off to do that today. (I was ill yesterday.)
I wasn’t sure if the license bureau was open today or what hours it would be open if it were, indeed, open. I woke up out of a delicious sleep, sorely tempted to continue sleeping, but the program on the radio told me I needed to get up if I had any hope of getting my license renewed today. So I didn’t exactly bound out of bed but I did get up and set about a trip to the bank, one through the fast food place for breakfast and then to the license bureau. I drove past the license bureau on my way to the bank and determined that, yes, it was open — at least this morning.
Once equipped with breakfast and a cashed check, I headed to the license bureau. Some improvements have been made since my last visit. Instead of having to stand in a long, snaking line, there are now rows of folding chairs. A much needed improvement to my mind. Another was a machine which split out a numbered ticket. You could push one button and the ticket was for renewing your driver’s license and a second button produced a ticket for the other activities you transact at the license bureau. In the past, everything was all jumbled together in that snaking line.
I got my ticket. Yippee! There were only two customers ahead of me. I sat down and waited until my number was called. The nice clerk took care of my business in short order. I left with my paper license to use until the permanent one arrives in the mail in two weeks. That’s about when I’ll go back to renew the auto license. I still need to find one of the supporting pieces of paper for that.
It was such a relief to get my driver’s license renewed. I feel like I’ve accomplished a major chore today.
Since songs are usually poems set to tunes, I bring you a favorite hymn by John Newton as my contribution to the Silent Poetry Reading:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see
T’was grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fear relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
T’was grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun
It’s time to get my car license renewed. That means it must be safety inspected before I can gather up the required supporting papers and head off to the license bureau. So I started last week by taking the car to the dealer to get the necessary inspections done. I was not anticipating any problems.
The car failed the emissions test! I suppose it’s reasonable to have this happen. After all, the car is a 2004 model. The clerk at the dealer told me to take it to another place to get the repair done because it would be less expensive. I didn’t take it to the shop she mentioned but to another one where I’ve had work done. I’ve always been satisfied with their work.
Not this time. When I took the car back to the dealer for the re-inspection, I learned that instead of fixing the problem, the shop where I had taken it made it worse. Something — beats me what — needed to be welded. They had clamped it instead. So now I was off to the dealer recommended shop. Thank goodness they were able to take the car in right then and do the repair.
Now it’s back to the dealer for the re-inspection. This will be the third one. Sure hope the old saying of “three times a charm” proves true in this case.
I went to the Symphony Friday night. My usual ticket is for Saturday but I had to miss one concert and exchanged that ticket for this Friday night. What a good choice that was!
The overarching theme of the programs this season is “Music That You Know.” The program Friday night was focused on love and romance. All the pieces were shorter ones. There were some I didn’t recognize but others I did. The featured soloist was the main percussionist of the orchestra who played a xylophone solo. It was fascinating watching; him move to and fro behind the instrument during the first movement of the piece. But then he ripped into the second movement which was instantly familiar although I couldn’t think of the title. I later overheard someone say “Cecilia” and that might have been it. At any rate it was great fun to hear — and see — someone playing jazz on the xylophone.
The conductor who has a dry sense of humor made comments between each piece. He doesn’t usually do that but it just added to the fun of the evening. One of the numbers they played was Mendelsohn’s Wedding March and his comment was they were playing it just in case we had a need for it because “they do weddings.” He was in rare form Friday night.
I carefully made a grocery shopping list. My idea was to get only the things I needed. Off I went to the store to pick up some prescriptions before heading to the supermarket. I debated leaving that chore for another day but the weather forecast isn’t being very friendly so I buttoned up and went. I was almost there when I realized I had left the shopping list at home. Could I manage without it?
I’m proud to say I did. I only forgot one item and managed to get just a few “extras.” I feel quite proud of myself.
Do you ever set yourself tasks that leaving you feeling proud when you complete them?
I’m sitting here at the computer and I keep hearing this weird noise. It sounds like a heavy object has fallen in the next room. However, I can see nothing that’s been moved in there. Don’t know what’s going on. Do you have any ideas?
It’s pretty windy outside. I wonder if some branches from a tree have fallen on the roof. Guess I’d better go check although, to be honest, I don’t think the trees are close enough to the house for that to be the source of the noise.
Whatever the source, the noise is unsettling.
Last night at church during the prayer request time, it was announced that Ruth Willey’s house had burned down. Where she lived is very prone to flooding so the house flooded. Then two days after it flooded, in the middle of the night it burned down. It was a six-alarm fire. She and her husband lost everything.
But she was thankful that the fire was in the middle of the night and after the house had flooded. That meant they weren’t home so the fire couldn’t harm them. What a fantastic attitude! They are currently with their son and his family at the Lake of the Ozarks. They may end up there permanently once the insurance claim is settled. At this point, they don’t know what caused the fire.