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National Poetry Month Poet of the Day: Featured Site of the Day: National Academy of American Poets April 7, 1999
Copyright © 1999, Janet I. Egan |
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OK. Once again it is Wednesday, so these furry things rubbing against my legs must be cats. Joey is being cute rolling over and purring. Bob pets him safely, so I stroke him a few times - and he tries to bite me. I guess Joey can only take so much affection. But he's making progress. Today is the friendliest he's been. He tried to make a break for it when I opened the door. He got all the way down to the bottom of the stairs before Kendra went after him - I had my hands full and wasn't feeling brave enough to go after him anyway. Kendra was smart. She locked the outside door so that nobody trying to come in would let Joey out. Eventually, he came back upstairs on his own. Sadie's getting adopted! I saw the hold sign on her cage and got very excited. Sadie is such a wonderful spunky little cat. She's alert and lively and loves to play. She's smart too. When I play with her, I notice how she follows the cat toy with her one eye and studies it before she makes her leap. She always gets it on the first try. She's not a cuddler or lap cat, so it's been hard to find the right home for her. I am thrilled to know that someone appreciates her the way she is. The woman has come in a couple of times to visit her while waiting for her application to go through (sometimes it takes a few days to contact landlords, vets, and references). She's coming to pick her up on Friday. Hooray for Sadie. Cubby is out of the ringworm room - and glad to be so. She's running and jumping all over the place playing. I think there's only one cat with ringworm now, so maybe we can finally get rid of it. When I finished washing the dishes and litter boxes, I sat down with Kendra to put together stuff for the table we're going to have at the volunteer fair at the Stevens Memorial Library in North Andover on Saturday. I'm setting up the booth and manning it (personning it?) for the duration, so I wanted to make sure I had everything all organized well in advance. We put everything in my car, where it will stay 'til setup time on Saturday morning. It was a gorgeous spring day and I really wanted to go look for birds, but since tomorrow is my birthday my mission for the day has to be to renew my driver's license. In Massachusetts, your license expires on your birthday - don't know what they do in other states. So after a quick lunch at Angie's (didn't' break my glasses this time), I headed home to shower and change so I wouldn't look too awful in the license picture. I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting in line. The line at the Reading RMV office was out the door when I got there. The system is strange. Everybody lines up to speak to one customer service rep who checks your paperwork and directs you to the proper window. One person! Whether you're there to register a fleet of trucks or renew your license, you've got to go through that one person. A guy at the front of the line was attempting to do several tasks, none of which he seemed to have the right paperwork for. The rest of the line began to get restless. People began telling horror stories of previous RMV visits. The guy finally left, or so we thought. The customer service rep took the next person in line. Suddenly the wrong paperwork man was back again without getting back in line! A collective groan went up from the line. The rep sent him away. A long time later it was my turn. She checked my paperwork and gave me a number: 464. I waited about 5 minutes before the license people called my number. They took my paperwork, gave me the eye test, took my picture, and gave me a temporary license. Suddenly I was finished. All that waiting and then the actual license renewal process took no more than 15 minutes. I even got a choice of picture. |
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