Trip to the Tag Office....

So it has been a pretty busy week(s) for me and I obviously haven’t written lately.  I have taken a part time job, pay isn’t much but it certainly helps,  I enjoy it and it gets me out of the house.  Learning a new job and keeping up with the other “normal” household duties I have has been, well eye opening after a year off work.  But I am making it work. 

We just sold our boat and upon searching through what seemed like endless papers, I discovered we had not received the title to it from the state after our “big move”.  After a call to the Tax collector’s office I was told it was sent back to Tallahassee because of an address issue....Great, I thought, this could take months!  But alas- there was a light, it seems it was their fault and would reprint it for free. What, get out!  The state was not only taking ownership of a mistake, but giving me something for me free?  

So I head to the tax collectors office, but in finding a parking place, I was not so lucky.  I finally spy a place near the police station, using my best parallel parking skills I get into the space. During this time a line of children and several officers come out of the building, one officer does a double take of me in the car... thinking he was must be admiring my skillful parking, I put the car in park and proceed to turn off the engine as he looks again and says “Stop”. What’s this, I think, perhaps a compliment?  He says” Abort!  See that lady right there, she has a radar on you and is just waiting to give you a ticket.”  What!  Shocked I turn to see a meter maid chuckling as I squirm.  “You see that sign?” the officer says, “This area is for police vehicles only, I am going to just give you a warning, you’ll have to move the car.”  Whew. no I had not seen the sign blocked by the palm tree fronds.  I thanked him anyway and moved my car to another space.  

I walked into the Tag Office  and get this.... no one in line!  Just me!  Amazing, I present my papers, and ID, ahem, ID...forgot my drivers license,  good thing the officer let me go earlier. I head home grab my wallet, double check the license is inside, and head back to the Tag Office. On arrival I carefully avoid the “restricted Parking” area, then head inside to a line of about 20 people.  Finally number 145 is called and head back to station 12.  A very helpful woman did print my Boat Title for free, and charged me $25.00 to change my address on my license to match the current address on the power of attorney I had to bring with me to get the title.  Sigh.

He does not fear bad news. He is confident; he trusts in the Lord. Pslams 112:7 NET

To that I say Amen! 

And at least I only locked myself out of the house once this week.