Some of my blog friends have been celebrating their jubilee birthdays.
Queen Elizabeth is celebrating her silver jubilee.
I just celebrated my silver + jubilee birthday,
but I think I'll refer to it as
my DMV birthday.
My current license expired on Monday.
So I knew I needed to make the dreaded trip to the DMV.
The last time it expired I was able to do a mail-in renewal,
which was so wonderful.
Yes, my photo was a bit outdated,
the hairstyle was quite different and the color had changed a little,
but you could tell it was me.
So a couple of weeks ago when I was home preparing for our big party,
got up early, fixed my hair just right,
chose the right clothes,
and said today is the day.
I got to the office 20 minutes early and I was still #27 in line
I had read that the DMV would only take checks or cash
so I was prepared for that.
I didn't remember that you needed two forms of ID.
Fortunately, my check worked as the second form.
So as I waited with everyone else,
I watched the two, yes only two, clerks
go through the process with each applicant.
I tried to figure out which one I would get.
Neither were friendly, but at least one would laugh occasionally.
Probably thinking "these people are a real pain".
I ended up with the person who seemed the most light hearted,
but she seemed so gruff with me.
I needed to read the line of letters in the vision test.
I read column 1 and then the letters in the second white box and stopped.
There weren't any more that I could see.
The third box was empty.
"Go on," she said curtly.
" Thats all," I said.
"Hump" she sighed.
"Cover your left eye and tell me what you see."
and then I could see that there were some letters mysterious hidden in that box,
but heck if I could make them out.
"Sorry," I said,
"I can see that they're there, but I can't make them out.
My contacts are mono vision
and my right eye is only for close up vision".
"Okay," she sighed again with a little more irritation.
"I'll pass you anyway".
Then she asked about my hair color.
"It says here that it's brown,
you DO want to change that, don't you?"
"Well, I suppose, it is more blond now."
"Yes", she said, "but I think I will put down Sandy."
Is that a color?
"Okay", I said.
Then I was sent over to pay and wait to have my picture taken.
They took my money, no problem.
Finally, I was called up for my new photo.
"Look here," she said pointing to the big red x.
I stood there.
She kept look at the computer monitor.
Finally, she yelled across the entire office area,
"Judy, come take a look at this".
I think my eyes were open,
did I have a unexplained light source above my head?
Why did she need Judy to come look at my picture?
She took it again.
I did smile.
I can't wait to see what my photo will look like.
Now that I'm older, I no longer qualify for a 10 year license.
I'm on the senior five year plan.
Keep smiling anyway.
Until Next Time-