Well, the tattoos ain't happenin' today. Too complicated to write here, and besides, it's not interesting. Suffice it to say that a person who wants a tattoo has to have a picture i.d., which our son doesn't have. There's more I could say about driving all over town to the DMV (two locations) and not having the proper i.d. there either. This town is run by neanderthals, or we'd be done. That's all I'll say.
Now am making wrapped chicken in our cast iron pot, the windows are up and the house is a dreadful mess. Not sure where to start with the cleanup, but must begin somewhere. A bit frustrated at the waste of an afternoon, but life does that sometimes. And with me, if you make something too complicated and drawn out, I tend to pull back and say, "Nevermind." Sort of feeling that, but Gary won't let this one go, so will take care of it sometime soon, I figure.
And third son has a friend who has to go the DMV tomorrow, so it'll be nice to share the responsibility. If you wonder why this 20-year old son doesn't drive, partly it's just a lack of motivation on all our parts, and also because he's so good on his longboard, he gets everywhere that way.
I need to get up now from my cozy bed and get dinner underway---that is, make rice and cook tiny peas. Deep breaths. While the day hasn't panned out like I wish, either there's another plan afoot, or it's just a case of what happens just happens. When I pray about stuff and hit roadblocks one after another, I have to wonder. Or maybe I'm just over-thinking. Always a possibility.
