No wheels

It is not that we don’t have a car. We have one.  Actually, we have a car which is registered in Shana’s name because she is the one with the California Driver’s license. George still has his German/Swiss license (I forget which) and I really don’t have one at the present.

[remember long involved story about losing phone in Iceland with associated IDs and Heidelberg not being willing to replace it because I am no longer “registered” with a residency permit. If I get one – well, I am in the system and could get it back. Right].

But none of that really makes any difference since California doesn’t recognize out of country licenses, even if I still physically had one which I don’t. George managed to locate his old DC license and apparently that is enough to make CA happy. Enough so that all he has to do is take the written test. On the 28th of this month which was the first available appointment.

I found an old USAREUR license. I used have a Minnesota license. And a DC license. Probably Maryland and most certainly a DC one. Oh – yes and NY, can’t forget the New York driver’s license. Would not have been a good idea to be driving in and out of Fort Drum illegally.  All the rest of whatever documentation I might have is somewhere in a box between Germany and here. It won’t arrive until after I have left for Asia.

Until I figure out how to convince CA to just let me take the written exam and not the whole thing I can walk, take the bus, the BART or whine until someone gives me a ride… .

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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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