I had to stand in line for at least an hour today to get our license plates renewed. Stickers, I have mailed in, in the past, but Missouri has changed their license plates this year and so you have to go to the office to get them. A few people had to get out of the line, the lady in front of me said she felt sick, and the lady behind me forgot her insurance card. I, however came somewhat prepared. All my little goodies were in a folder. Both insurance cards, personal property receipt, emissions and safety inspections, and checkbook and drivers license and pen in hand...waiting and waiting and waiting. No one felt very chatty, so I let my mind wander. I was thinking about my Grandpa. I am pretty sure that he never had a drivers license, or not the kind where you had to take a test and then renew it. I think he just went and bought one. He was born in 1887 and died in 1979, so you would think that somewhere in those later years, he would have had to go pass some tests. I am not remembering that he did. He lived in a very small town, so maybe they didn't make much of it. The only place he drove to was to the store and over to nearby relatives. Aww....that makes me long for a few acres out in the country to retire on. Buy a riding lawn mower, maybe have a goat or two. Some chickens and maybe one cow. Grow fresh vegetables in the summer and have an apple tree. Rolling hills, a few shade trees to sit under. I'll build us a swing to sit under the shade tree. The grand kids can run around and play hide and seek, and skip rocks at the pond. We'll have window fans and a great big porch with rocking chairs. I can hear the crickets rubbing their little legs together now.
So anyway, I have been keeping myself very busy these past few days, and just thought I had better spend a small amount of time talking about the days of my life. Nothing real interesting.