Deceptive little packages aren't they? Can "bliss" really be raspberry flavored and wrapped in pink tinfoil? Wouldn't it be nice if life was that easy? If it were "that easy" would we truly be happy and content? I doubt it. The longer I live the more I see that contentment doesn't come from having things my way, it's actually quite the opposite. The exercise is in being satisfied when things don't go the way I planned. It's something I'm still learning.
Today I took a ride to the Department of Motor Vehicles with Ben and Hannah. The office is about 40 minutes from home, far enough that it isn't a trip I want to make again any time soon. We filled out some forms, took some numbers, and sat down to wait... and wait... and wait... and wait... The line ahead of us dragged. Apparently there was a computer problem... Some folks decided to leave and come back another day, others of us decided to hold out. We finally left the office 3 1/2 hours after our arrival. Our patience had paid off and the trip was a success. This summer we will be able to drive across the border into Canada with our "Enhanced" identification cards. I think that's pretty sweet, and you know, aside from being hungry, I didn't find the waiting too painful.
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