“Once all villagers decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all the people gathered, but only one boy came with an umbrella. That’s FAITH.
When you throw babies in the air, they laugh because they know you will catch them. That’s TRUST.
Every night we go to bed without any assurance of being alive the next morning, but still we set the alarms to wake up. That’s HOPE.
We plan big things for tomorrow in spite of zero knowledge of the future. That’s CONFIDENCE.
We see the world suffering, but still we get married and have children. That’s LOVE.
On an old man’s shirt was written a sentence ‘I am not 80 years old, I am sweet 16 with 64 years of experience.’ That’s ATTITUDE.
Have a happy day and live your life like this.” ~ Krzysztof Kowalski
Well, this was a big day. It was the first of burning some vacation time, so naturally, I hit the ground running to get things done this morning – not at all vacation-like, but that’s how I roll. Got the taxes out of the way first thing, then had an awesome lunch with Stacy Yelton at our usual after-tax lunch locale – Skyline Chili. I’m pretty sure neither of us will eat again until Friday. But we were also celebrating her fourth sobriety anniversary, so we had red forest cheesecake to mark the occasion. Okay, we might not eat again until Saturday. Anyway, because we were both feeling good about the day, I decided to go get my Real ID, and Stacy went with me, encouraging me to go inside even though I didn’t have an appointment and people were falling out the door. After jumping through all the hoops of having everything I needed just to get in the door, I got to the window to get the ID only to find out my passport and my driver’s license expired last year. Last. Year. As in 14 months ago. I thought the clerk was pulling my leg. She was not. Mind you, I showed my DL just last week at the doctor’s office, and twice at the DMV in December and January to renew my tags. No one said a word. Obviously, I didn’t notice. In my head, I’d just renewed my license a couple of years ago. This will go down as one of the most hilarious moments of my life. Those of you who have known me long enough to know how much I have driven in my lifetime can appreciate how funny this truly is. The whole thing played like a comedy sketch right down to the chick behind the window – who wasn’t even born when I got my driver’s license the first time – handed me a piece of paper with a highlighted URL on it, told me I’d have to take the road test again (seriously?), and then wheeled herself to the cubicle next door to talk to her co-worker while I was still laughing. Stacy was speechless. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about our Hero who drove without a license until he was 27 and only got one then because Shero refused to marry him until he had one. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, eh? Okay, fine. I come home to make arrangements to take their test only to find the earliest appointment I can get in another county no less – because there’s nothing in Fayette County – isn’t until April. Oh, Kentucky. :::smh::: Still, it was a pretty fabulous day because I got my taxes out of the way, had a fabulous lunch to celebrate a milestone for Stacy, and Shero liked the third cookbook I brought home from Kentucky Crafted: The Market. She opened it up and said, “See! Short recipes. None of this ‘fix this and put it aside, now fix this.'” Ouita Michel to the rescue. All in all, I call this a winning day. I guess I’ll ride a bicycle for a while. (like that’s gonna happen – ha!)
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