No D Day: Taking Care of Business
So, today is No D Day, a day for talking about everything but D. Because, there is so much more to life than just that. So, today I’ll be talking about this past weekend instead.
Early last week, after returning from a trip to Des Moines, I discovered that my driver’s license was missing. And, as you might imagine, I panicked. I triple checked my wallet, tore apart my suitcase, and dumped the contents of my laptop bag. Not there. Checked the clothes I was wearing. Still, not there. And then I made the phone calls. You know, the calls of shame you make to all the airports and air lines you traveled through in hope that someone might have found and turned it in. And still, no license.
So, having resigned to the fact that my license was lost forever, I found out what I would need to do to get it replaced. Much to my chagrin, Kentucky doesn’t have an online renewal or replacement option, and the folks at the license branch tolk me I would have to visit the office for a replacement. There was nothing they could do to help me until I got there. So prepared for an early morning drive to Louisville, KY. The story why I have a Kentucky license when I live in Indiana is long and complicated, so I’m not going to bore you with that. I’ll just say it involves owning property and stuff like that.
Since the license branch in Louisville was only open from 8:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. on Saturday, I had no choice but to leave for Louisville right after I left work Saturday morning. So, after working a 10 hour shift that ended at 3:00 a.m., I hit the road for the longest 5 hour drive I’ve ever taken. Let me tell you, I don’t recommend long road trips on little sleep. But, much like the other thing I had to overlook in order to fix this problem, I did what was necessary to take care of business. And, in the end, everything worked out as I needed it to.
After that bit of insanity was over, I went to my grandmother’s house, breakfast was had, and sleep was in order. And let me tell you, I’ve never enjoy sleeping on a couch so much. Honestly, I would slept on concrete at that point. I slept for a good four or five hours, until my sister’s dog decided to wake me up. The little shit got a running start, jumped up and landed square on my chest. Talk about a rude awakening.
After getting my berrings about me, I went outside and found my grandmother working on painting part of the enclosure that had been build on the front porch. She’d work a little bit, then stop. Then a bit more, then stop again. And, of course, there were parts that she just couldn’t reach anyway. Personally, I think she got the stuff out and started messing with it in hopes that I’d see it, take the brushes away from her and get it finished. That’s just how it works. When I go home to visit, there’s always something that needs to be done. Some project that someone else has started or promised to get done, yet didn’t. And that’s when I get involved and take care of business.
I didn’t have handy-work clothes with me, so I did the job in what I had. Khakis and a polo. That poor red polo is now covered in white paint and will have to be replaced, but the job is done. That’s just how I work.
And as if I wasn’t sufficiently exhausted, I went to the gym with my mother, her boyfriend, and my sister after dinner. I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill and then went through the weight lifting machines. I finished the visit with a 10 minute massage on the hydro massage table. Good times.
My time in Louisville came to an end after dinner with my family Sunday evening. I packed the car, said my goodbyes, and hit the road for the long drive home.
And my next order of business? Preparing for a weekend away with April to celebrate our 10th anniversary. I can’t wait!
Have fun, buddy!!! LY/MI