I went to register the truck and trailer yesterday. Larry always handled it, so I had a pretty steep learning curve, and a few tears. Desi took me to Jiffy Lube for the truck's emissions inspection, easy enough. Took a few days for me to get the oomph to go to the county assessor and the DMV. Decided to time it so I could go to Pig and A Jelly Jar on $5 chicken and waffle day. Turns out I couldn't do the trailer, as the DMV doesn't send a registration card for utility trailers. The lady at DMV gave me a paper I can take to the county for my veteran's exemption. I can do that after Burning Man. We had a short chat about husbands and cremation insurance. She was very kind.
Burning Man. My spark is lacking, I honestly do not want to go. I feel obligated, to take Larry's ashes and kilt to the Temple, and to hug all the people who want to see me. Ugh. I will try to be the tough old bird, and not take it out on my campmates. They can't help it they are not Larry. Crying Man, here I come.
Burning Man. My spark is lacking, I honestly do not want to go. I feel obligated, to take Larry's ashes and kilt to the Temple, and to hug all the people who want to see me. Ugh. I will try to be the tough old bird, and not take it out on my campmates. They can't help it they are not Larry. Crying Man, here I come.
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