I'm in a sort of self imposed (by dint of stupidity) exile from the world right now. You see, in my poverty minded mentality I waited until the last minute to get my car lic. plate tags renewed. It's different from state to state how you go about all that auto registration crap, and while I've lived here since 04, I didn't technically do the car stuff until two years ago. I never thought I was going to stay here so I just kept my car registered in Arizona. So, having forgotten how it works here, I kept putting it off and doing it online at the last minute. I forgot one important step, that is, I would have to take the registration they mail me with the lic. tags (which I didn't remember I would need to do) to an auto mechanic to then get my car 'inspected'. In Arizona it works differently and I will spare you the differences. Anyhow. I waited for my tags and they never came. I emailed the DMV and they said they will send new ones out and NOT TO DRIVE MY CAR. So I waited. I got my stickers. I went out and pasted them on my car and felt like I was good to go.
I had errands to run. I ran them. I noticed a police car at the three way stop glaring at me. I avoided his eyes (my seatbelt wasn't on). He did a swift little aggressive turn and I could just FEEL HIM staring at me. SHIT. I turned and whipped into the alley to get to the post office. I noticed him right behind me. Like a big studly animal pouncing on me. I hastily buckled up. His lights went on. Keep in mind I'm kinda of panicky most times especially when I'm pmsing. I pulled over and my heart was racing out of control. I just wanted to run my damn errands and get HOME. Not going to happen. The officer looked like a worse for wear Ed Harris. In other words, pleasant enough,not too intimidating but up for the role of officer on duty.
He asked the usual. 'do you know why I stopped you?'.
I'm hardly going to say, 'because i wasn't wearing my seatbelt'
I said 'no'
He said because my inspection sticker was over due. In Vermont we have these big ass stickers that have a month number on them that goes on the seeable part of your rear view mirror. They kind of reflect. I had this big 10, not 11. I'm an idiot. I kept waiting for someone to mail me something to let me know the next step was to get my car inspected. I told him that. He asked for my registration and lic and insurance.
I've been having eye stuff going on, my vision twitching....it suddenly went bonkers and I began freaking a bit. Look I get nervous even on a good day when something unexpected happens. Post traumatic life disorder. So imagine my horror when I had NO registration. I couldn't make eye contact with him. He was incredulous that I didn't have it. He said it would have come with the lic stickers I just got. Well NO, THEY DIDN'T. We kept batting the same conversation back and forth while I was frantically searching over and over in my glove box for the damn registration all while babbling I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't get my registration. I don't have it.
I couldn't make ANY eye contact with him. He told me to calm down.
'how long have you lived here?'
'how long?...uh a few years.'
'don't you know how this works?'
'uh no, its different and i forget.'
'how come your car has so much snow on it?'
I LIVE ON THE MOUNTAIN
I DON'T GET OUT MUCH.
I'm an artist. I don't get out much.
(what is WRONG WITH ME?)
I kind of babbled. I will spare you my embarrassing rant.
He went back to his vehicle. I waited what seemed like ten minutes. I was reduced to a shaking ten year old. Jesus what is wrong with me?????!!!!!
I felt like he was checking to see if I had been arrested for prior drug use or escaped from an institution. No one acts like this. DO THEY?
Long and short. I can't drive til I get my car inspected.
I can't get my car inspected until I have my registration.
DMV said it was on it's way.
I can't get my car inspected even if I had my registration for awhile because its winter and everyone on earth is getting snow tires put on and car work done and no one can see me right now.
I'm stuck here. Tod's van hasn't worked since last year. It's a heap sitting there. I've put myself into puzzle exile. I'm gluing thousands and thousands of pieces together to work on my next fun thing that may or may not turn out. It's a zennish sort of art project. One piece at a time. Over and over. Hours and hours a day. Getting up to drink coffee, check the world online, jump on the trampoline and go back to gluing puzzles. I realize how much I've missed working with puzzle pieces. I started going through the stacks of boxes and as my baggies got used up, emptying more into 'junk parts' which are used for the base of something, and 'good parts', which are pretty in shape, size or color and are used at the 'top coat' of whatever I make. Here are some pictures of all my stock. I've left out an entire huge box that is stuffed with dozens of bags as it is buried under scrap. I suppose my only hope is that I become filthy rich so I can be seen as 'eccentric' rather than nuts.