James and Abbie will be coming by this evening. They’ve been stuck indoors with Covid, even though both have had shots, due to the nature of their work.
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Wowser.
FS came by to bring me a piece of sandpaper, and since he had some time on his hands, we went to the “revenue” office. On the way home, I noticed the name on the registration was the same as the person who sold the vehicle to me. It wasn’t MY name.
So we had to go back and get it squared away. The seller hadn’t gotten a new title, and instead, just signed it over to me. That’s not the way it’s done here, now. Evidently, some new laws have been enacted, and she needs to physically receive a new title and sign that title to me before I can register the vehicle as mine.
What an eye-opener. Thankfully, FS didn’t have anything but a minor fence repair to do today, due to a mix-up and delay on the bathroom job he’s doing, so he could spend an hour with me.
But he now has to get a new title for every vehicle he buys to repair, restore and sell. Unngh. Someone in the state assembly decided there was money to be had in transferring titles numerous times.
So here I am, wondering if and when I’ll ever get to drive my own car. I’ve officially named it, “Problem Child.”
Ugh, more paperwork, more fees (I assume)...
Hm. And all this time when you talked about PCs I thought you were talking about computers.