Getting stuff done

I began today with a to-do list as long as my arm, and now the list is down to ... well.. about half as long as my arm. Here's what I did today (the highlights): chased down the key to the knob and got into my cottage; got the thing plugged in and the water turned back on; turned on the water heater; picked up all the stuff from the middle of the living room floor (deck chairs, cooler, stuff from under the deck that we didn't want to get wrecked); vacuumed the cottage; set up my deck chairs; put the cooler and some other stuff under the deck again; and gathered up Michael's things from the cottage to take to goodwill. That was the cottage stuff.

The next big thing on the agenda was the car. Here's what I did with the car: took off the cover and the tire covers; shook them out and folded them up; hooked up the battery again (Michael had left all the appropriate tools in the glovebox); ascertained that the tires were low; aired up the tires using the air hose at the clubhouse (figured this out by myself!) and then I got set to go to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles).

I decided that, since this car is going to be in AZ, it should have AZ plates, so off I went. I told the sweet chippy at the front what I needed. She looked at my papers, hesitated, and said, "Bring me the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West!"

Well, that wasn't quite what she said, but it was close. I had to go and get my car emissions tested, and then have the car inspected before I could get my plate. So off I went, waited, and passed. Went again, waited, and passed again.

Then it was time to wait at the DMV. This place has a unique number system. They have 20 windows with clerks working, and everyone's assigned a number based (as far as I could tell) on the sort of problem you had.

So the numbers being called by the computerized voice were in seemingly random order. A127.... E905...N954...Mine was L627, and they called many L numbers interspersed with others before they got to the 620's. By the time they called mine (at least an hour), I felt like yelling "Bingo!" I got my plate and was happy.

And then I put it on! :) It was easy to do; I'm not sure why that was always Michael's job. I'm finding out that many of the things that were his job are not really difficult.

Then I took some stuff back and forth from the cottage to the RV and the RV to the cottage. At least my site for the RV is pretty close to the cottage. I hope to have everything moved and the pets and me in the cottage... tomorrow, but we'll see.

Now.. Annette, you should know that I actually have 3 sisters. There's you, and Becky, and Angie! I'm not sure, but I think that the "in-law" stuff goes away legally when there is a death. So that would make them sisters now. More love is better for everyone. And you're my only baby sister. :)

And Becky, this is your actual birthday! Yay! Happy Birthday!