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Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Wow! what a day!

I have my temporary Texas driver’s license, complete with married name and a no-glasses, deer in the headlights expression. (The temporaries now come with a photo.)

I have a new passport photo, and I’ve printed off the renewal form. I will run by the 24/7 post office after work and get that in the mail. Good thing I looked at my passport yesterday. I thought it expired in April. It expires on Monday, but I will do expedited shipping with delivery confirmation, so they will not get an expired passport to play with or give me grief over.

I got the iron-on interfacing to fix the missionary’s slacks. I will take care of that later this week.

Lorelai is now titled in both our names. Beloved will get the new sticker on her windshield for me after fixing breakfast and before I scoot out the door this morning.

His car is now titled in his name, preparatory to our selling it and buying his mother’s truck.

His late wife will be removed from the deed to the house. We have various options to put me on the deed, one of which involves the bank gouging us for $900. We do not like that option and will be exploring others, including refinancing the house at a different bank, once we are out of debt in a few months.

We traipsed all over Home Depot yesterday, buying a few items and pricing others. He was trying to explain how the soaker hose system will work in our garden. I was physically tired (this was toward the end of our jaunt), and while I am interested in how it works, I will be more interested as he is putting the system into the back yard and I have a visual to go with the explanation. I grinned up at him and said, “Cashmere. Alpaca. Vicuña.”

He got it. And laughed.

I will deal with Social Security, which requires a certified copy of the marriage certificate, when I get it back from the State Department.

We came home with more return address labels. I started writing thank-you notes while we were sitting at the Department of Public Safety. And we priced a label-making machine. I want to do some research on various models and see if we can find one elsewhere, maybe a little cheaper.

OK, breakfast is down the hatch. One ginormous box is unpacked. I am going to sluice off and hit the road. Hoping for another productive day at work (we’ve already prayed over it). His mom comes home from her quick trip to California today. We will meet up back here at the ranch, maybe about 7:00, and use one of our gift cards for dinner, because neither of us is likely to be interested in cooking.

So blessed!


Jenni said...

Do you mean like a brother or p-touch label maker? I have one that is collecting dust at the moment that you can borrow.

AlisonH said...

Oooh, vicunaaaaa...! (Hey, closest I've gotten is seeing some through a locked glass case at one of the LYSs.)