Yesterday I got into the cables on my desktop and got the monitors rewired and now all three are very happy and pretty once again. And the cables are all hidden in their panels under the desk. Since I can see the mess from my knitting/tv/computing/everythingelse chair, I am way happier about not seeing the mess! The hardest part about the project was the twisting and turning and up and down and making my old muscles stay in positions they don't like. However, this morning, they are perfectly fine. A nice little bonus.
This morning's adventure will be the driver's license office of the DMV. I have six weeks to get the job done but I figure if I do it now, I won't have to remember or even think about it again. Actually for six years. They just changed it from five.
When I first moved to Seattle, licenses were renewed every four years just like every other state I'd ever lived in. BUT, since I got my first license on the day I turned 16, I had never ever lived in any state long enough to get a driver's license renewed. So, 4 years later, at age 47, I got to renew my license for the first time. I was giddy with excitement. The DMV lady was sooooo not impressed. I remember her face today like it all happened yesterday. The very image of bubble bursting.
Since then my expectations have plummeted and so now, my renewals are tedious but never disappointing. So, as soon as I finish my coffee, I'll hit the road and get the deed done.
There's a BB&B across the street from the license place and I think, even though I really do hate the place, I'll bite the bullet and see if I can find a soap dispenser that fits on my sink nicely and check out their quilts. I'm in the market for the latter but not desperately so. I will buy the perfect one but if I can't find that one, I'll live with what I got.
And then Trader Joe's on the way home.
A big friggin day in retirement land!