go to the primal
gathering the papers. Titles, everything i can think of to take to the DMV ....department of motor vehicles. To get legal to move the horse trailer and the airstream. I am faced with, for the first time, the reality that i might not have anything useful to present as far as the airstream. ????????????
i bought it in Oregon and at that time i was in the company of a man friend, traveling companion. It was fresh from leaving Michigan and i was in the "I will NEVER own anything again" mode. So i bought it but put it in his name. So i have some kind of Title in his name, but with his signature, too,
which maybe will help? 1989. It was never licensed in N. Mex. It had the plate from Oregon, last i looked but i went out this morning to see that Nogal and Tenzen changed that. Gone. somewhere there in the sand, but buried. So i gathered what Proof i have and set out for the DMV. It was PACKED to the door. All manner of hopeful souls, waiting till their number would be called. I took a number and stood by the door. 2 hours passed and still there were more in front of me. All, seemingly with complicated circumstances. Many were those hopeful to get just a formal New Mexico Identification. You can feel the tension. This world i live in is predominately spanish. I assume many, watching the changes taking place and doing what they feel is toward safety. a picture ID with a "permanent" address. Left and went to P.O. then to drop off the first wave at the Thrift Store which is closed on Friday. A woman was dangling over and into their dumpster in the parking lot. We exchanged smiles. I gestured toward my bags. She nodded.
i had a vision of lasagna.
went to grocery. shopped slow.
went back to DMV after their lunch break was over and once again, many in front of me. ok.
I'll try again next week but for now, Lasagna.
Went back to Gmail when finishing the above to find this
was entitled: Emrie Grace 5 7/8s months. so...
my Alyssia. Her Emrie Grace.
Our, ourSelves. We go.