I think I need to mention my mood for the day. I had several things that had to be done that I hated with a passion. Chuck needed a tag for his truck, and since he has no patience at all I had to do the job. The county clerk's office has been closed for weeks, so what do I do. I did manage to get her on the phone, and she proceeded to tell me all the things I needed to do. Get an inspection receipt, make copies of it, and the proof of insurance. Then call her back and she would tell me more of what to do. I would need to send a check or money order along with the other stuff. It would take at least two weeks for the tag sticker to reach us, and the old one expires the last day of this month. Two weeks. Then I had bought a standing fan last week and was going to hook it up today. When I opened the box something like fifteen pieces were stored inside. I looked at the instruction paper, and didn't understand one thing it explained. I had to call a young man who helps me a lot, and when he finally got loose to come within five minutes he had the thing together, and blowing air like crazy. He only glanced at the instruction sheet once. I gave him $10.00 and took him home. A nice wage for five minutes, but it was my call. He probably would have done it for nothing. After getting these two things accomplished I felt like I had chopped cotton for eight straight hours. I reclined for two hours without getting up once. So the world is changing every day. And as if I wasn't getting old fast enough this evil virus is making sure I do.
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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