[*I don't look like a hippie, not normally. I don't know what was going on that morning.]
I also got my license plates! All I need now is the car!
I think that Tuesday was pretty much the first weekday of summer vacation when the DMV was open (it's closed on Mondays), so I got to see lots of kidlets come to take their road tests. It was pretty cute. Even the obviously "cool" kids were pretty subdued and quiet; nerves ran high in the room that day. And they were all there with their mothers (I guess the dads had to work), but even that didn't seem to trigger any evident sarcasm reflexes. No, they were all quiet and solemn, filling out their forms in their enormous tennis shoes, and it was really sort of adorable. Until I thought: Good god, these outrageously young children will now be driving. Yikes. How did I feel so old when I was 16?
That was that for the DMV. Later I had dinner with the Minister, who is an amazingly fantastic cook eager for any opportunity to display his skills. May I just say, strawberry soup?
But now, alas, it is back to the grind. I have to do the following:
- revise chapter 4 yet again and enter the revisions (this chapter will not die! Why does it suck so much? Why do I repeat myself so often? Why is the topic so boring? What on earth is my point?) (I am, perhaps, exaggerating somewhat; I do in fact have an argument and have cut out some of the redundancies. But the above is how I feel every time I look at these pages);
- revise chapter 5 (underway, and it's in much better shape than its predecessor);
- send out proposals to 4 more publishers (= target for this week);
- write up a short description of my new admin gig so that I can get my contract changed (been due for like a month);
- order books for my comp classes, for the love of God;
- buy a plane ticket to go get the car and visit a handful of people;
- acquire some mulch for the garden;
- admire the grass that has begun sprouting, thanks to my reseeding (it worked!!);
- write an article?