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DAMN THAT DMV ANYWAY
4 April 2019
As I've mentioned before (not happily), three eye exams that I passed with flying colors, and a note from my eye doctor from last year was apparently not enough to convince the DMV that I actually have usable vision. They needed yet another form signed by my doctor saying that yes, I still have usable vision.
In February they gave me a temporary license, which expires next week, and I have been putting off going to Sacramento to get the form signed.
There were many reasons I didn't go. For one thing we have been busy since February (but certainly not busy enough to keep me home for 3 months), the weather has been bad (but not bad every day for 3 months), but probably most important, I hate that drive to Sacramento.
The older I get, and especially following my "whatever it was" when I could not drive for six months, the more uncomfortable I am driving on the freeway. It's not that I can't do it, but I hate doing it and am more nervous than I have been in the past.
But the license does expire next week and today there is nothing on my calendar and it was a beautiful day weatherwise and I had no excuses. I was lucky that the traffic was even light and it was easy merging to the right in the one spot that scares me the most.
I got to Kaiser around 11:30 and that's when I found out that the form which needs to be signed had to be based on an eye exam within the last six months .... and my last eye exam was eight months go. They could not fill out the form unless I had another exam...and the soonest they could get me in was 4 days after my license expires. That was not going to work.
I got on the phone to Kaiser in Vacaville and they have an appointment tomorrow afternoon, so I will go to Kaiser again tomorrow. (Davis also has an eye clinic, where I had bad experiences in the past, where the doctor scared me into thinking I was going blind, when all I had was cataracts. Fortunately, that doctor is gone now, but I didn't have the phone number for the Davis clinic, so didn't call there)
Going to Vacaville actually could work well for me. Given how much I hate that drive to Sacramento, if my doctor in Vacaville (with the unusual name of Pinky Weiser) turns out to be nice, when I need another exam, I will go to Vacaville instead of Kaiser. For some reason the freeway drive west to Vacaville doesn't bother me nearly as much as the drive east to Sacramento does. A lot less traffic, for one thing.
Also, the advantage of going to Vacaville for my second eye exam in less than a year means that the DMV form can be filled out while I am having the exam so, with luck, I can go right to the DMV and hopefully get it all taken care of.
But I'm not holding my breath. Things with the DMV rarely go smoothly.
After I left Kaiser, I decided to go to lunch at IHOP, because Walt was having lunch at IHOP in Davis and it seemed only fair. My O'Looney book was at home. I never bring "real" books with me when I go out, but I did have my cell phone, which has a Kindle app, so I downloaded one of the books I am reading on my Kindle at home and discovered that the coffee carafe is perfect for leaning the phone up against, which gave me hands free to eat my 2+2+2 Senior menu choice (2 egg, 2 sausages, 2 pancakes) and read my book.
I occasionally have weird nights. Well...I always have weird nights compared to most people, but last night was very strange. The other night, after I'd read Father Joe's book all day, he was in my dreams. It wasn't a "plot" dream, where people interact and do things, it was just a dream of Father Joe "being" there.
I woke up this morning thinking about the word "feckless." Why? A word I don't believe I've ever used, can't remember reading and wasn't really sure of the definition. But "feckless" was on my mind.
If there is a "feckless" is there a "feckfull" Is "Feck" by itself a word?
These are the weird thoughts that kept me from falling back asleep at 4 a.m.
I had to get up and check the internet. It means lacking initiative or strength of character; irresponsible.
And yes, there is such a thing as "feckful" which is chiefly Scottish, meaning efficient, effective; sturdy, trustful; powerful, vigorous.
The definition of "feck" is also interesting. Walt's mother's cousin, Nora, from Dublin used the word often and I always thought it was the Irish accent of saying the F-word, which it kinda sorta is:
and from the Urban Dictionary:
So now you know. Your assignment: use Feckless or
one of its versions in a sentence today.
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The girls are learning about "records." Remember records?
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