DMV 2

And the saga continues.

1) remember I said that George tried to do the renewal online? Well the system accepted his payment without problem.

2) Arriving at the DMV after the smog check, he was informed that he had to turn in the INCORRECT plates. They would issue him a temp good for up to 30 days.

3) The tags that would arrive in the mail would not be valid (see comment of payment above). Apparently payment triggers an automatic shipping of tags. This makes no sense. What about if the car hadn’t passed the smog check?

4) When the new plates arrived at the DMV he would be notified and would need to trade in the temp (removed from the back window) for the new plates. If the tags had arrived, they would be traded in for valid tags. I am not sure what would happen if the tags didn’t arrive in time. That wasn’t covered.

5) So here we are, car with a placard in the back window and no license plates. Go figure. It certainly makes me glad we don’t have any distance/out of state trips planned in the next couple of weeks.

I have a cat in the lap who has decided that it is the only place in the house suitable for napping. It certainly doesn’t make stitching easier.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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