For someone who doesn’t have anything to do, today has been a busy, expensive day.
So, I can’t think of a more unpleasant way to start my post, but…
I realized this morning that sick dog=stinky house.
And my carpet shampooer was at my sister’s house.
So, after calling to make sure she’d be around, I headed up. On the way, I saw a TON of cops. I even met one. It turns out that when you forget to register your car for a year, you’ll get a ticket. But thank you, Detective who’s name starts with a “J” and signed the rest of the way with a squiggly line for not impounding my car. I can handle the $40 ticket plus the registration fees if it means I don’t have to get my car out of impound.
He was cute, too.
So, disgusted with myself, I finally got to my sister’s house. After loading my shampooer into the car, and collecting G from preschool, I mentioned to her that I wanted to check out Piper’s Quilts and Comforts, and I have to say, I could spend a LOT of money there (I didn’t, Mom, neither Sis nor I spent a dime). The store is full of super-cute patterns and fabrics, (MUCH better than JoAnn’s) and wonderful yarns. I am absolutely in LOVE with that store–it’s enough to get me to figure out how to use my sewing machine. (It’s also in the same neighborhood as a vintage store that both Sis and I want to check out, but G was being G.)
Sis and I had a good talk on the way to the other side of the valley and back, and she convinced me to apply to both SLCC and UVU. It’ll take a couple of days for the applications to go through, so I won’t be able to start the first block of summer classes–but I should be able to start school in the middle of next month. I still haven’t decided where I want to go.
We were also treated to the rare sight of a sun dog in mid-May. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve seen one of these since coming back from Canada.
So back to Sis’s house, where G decided that eating and sleeping are actually good things, and I slipped out while G was down for a nap–back to my house, but stop and get the car registration taken care of first.
So, I don’t really know why I go to the place I do to get my car registered and inspected, except it was the first “on-the-spot” registration place I spotted when I moved to Utah County, and I know the Grandfather of a guy who worked there 5 years ago. But it is next to a big-box store that appropriates some of its parking spaces to turn into a garden center on a yearly basis. I was feeling anxious about all the money I’d be spending today, so I wandered around the plants and flowers trying to calm down.
It’s crazy how cheap bedding plants in a Shop-ko parking lot help center a person.
I managed to take some pictures, before the batteries on my camera died, too. I figured if anyone gave me any grief about it, I’d say I was planning my garden, and needed some time to think about the plants that I wanted.
I was hoping that I could take care of all my registration needs at the Lube Doc, but, unfortunately, I had to go to the DMV. Always a treat, that. Especially when you only have a vague idea of where it is.
So, I came to a couple of conclusions while waiting at the DMV
- The kids running around, screaming and being kids are a lot cuter to watch when you’re not in charge of them.
- Max owes me BIG TIME for not draping him over my arm and dragging him everywhere, like the lady with the pomeranian
The woman at the DMV was impressed that I’d managed to go a year without getting caught with my expired registration. When I explained that I got caught today, she was also impressed that Detective J didn’t have my car towed, and said I had a nice cop. I agreed, and told her I thought he was cute, too. She laughed and asked if I told HIM that–that maybe that’s how to get out of a big ticket, by telling the cop he was cute.
I’m not sure if that would work, but, much to my sister’s consternation, I don’t know how to flirt.
So finally, back home with a legal car, a dog with disturbing noises coming from his gut, and a carpet that I’m trying to work up the motivation to shampoo. It’s been a stressful day, and I’m glad to be home.
Or not, depending upon what Max does next.