Just Stuff

I have some good news for you
And
Some bad news.

First the good news.

1. The boy came and cut the grass which is good news because it really needs cutting. He did a wonderful job as usual. He had offered to do all the lawn in the duplex for $10 but we insist on paying him $40. Hee is worth every cent.
2. My super woman Betty got the old couch out to the road at 5:30 yesterday morning with no help. The garbage men took. The really good news is we can move in the garage again.
3. My computer behaved most of the time yesterday. Now that is good news.
4. I had Rice Krispies and a banana for breakfast which means my immune system has been improved. It says so right on the box cover.
5. I got the address for the new DMV office and we went there. I knew we could do it. They couldn’t hide forever.

Now the bad news.

I am still expired.
I still do not exist. If you remember I went to open a bank account and found that under the Patriot Act I needed proof of citizenship. They would take a valid driver’s license or a valid Passport.
Both of mine had expired. They told me to go to the DMV and get an identity card. But the DMV had moved their office and we didn’t know how to get there. Yesterday we found them.
But my experience there was like being in Alice’s Wonderland.
I kept waiting for the Queen to come out and scream off with his head.
You see to get an ID you need a valid Driver’s license or a valid Passport . But mine had expired. The fact that I used to exist and used to be a citizen an used to be born in the United States didn’t count.
But they had an alternate method. They had three columns and you needed something from each column . Sort of like an identity scavenger hunt.
Well from column two I had my original social security card and from column three I had bills addressed to me at my Wisconsin address. That left only column one. It had only one thing in it, a certified birth certificate. Which, of course I didn’t have.
So I am still expired. That means I can’t vote or enter into certain kinds of contracts. Expired people have no rights.
Somewhere in this house I have a birth certificate but we have no idea where. It is a box with our marriage license and other important papers. So important that we have hidden them where we can’t find them.
So I went on the internet and contacted the Marquette County Clerk’s office and ordered a certified birth certificate. It only cost $ 50 with the shipping. Now all I have to do is wait.
Until then I am still expired.
I guess I’m lucky I don’t have to exist to blog.