|My quest: licence renewal|
Today, when I opened the mail box, inside was an envelope from the Drivers Service Department or as most of us call it "DMV". Argh. Is it that time again? Really?
1. New picture (could be better or could be worse, toss-up)
2. Standing in line (possibly a very long time, sigh)
3. Taking a vision test. (I have glasses, so?)
4. Remembering to plan to go (harder than you think)
5. Another fee, paid to the state (thrilled)
|Almost what his car looked like|
It was June, school was out, roads were dry and the sky was blue. I was nervous. He was tired.
|These are not his legs...|
All of the way there, he begged me to talk to him so he would stay awake. He kept saying: "you had better pass so you can drive home. I am really sleepy."
I, of course, assured him: I was going to ace the test and get him home lickety split so he could get some shut eye.
We arrived at the DMV, the line was very long. I was worried he would say we had better come another day and conversely, I was hoping he would say we had better come another day. But, he said neither. I am not sure if it was a result of: being so tired or so happy to be out the car. Either way he stood with me. No comments, no jokes, no dirty looks.
When they finally called my name, he looked at me and said: "Your going to be great, don't worry" and pushes me towards the official, gently.
I took: the written test, the vision test and between each of these, I looked out over all of the people waiting.
|Imagine these filled with people: waiting|
The man that sat in the tweedy seat next to me was nice enough. He systematically instructed me to back up, parallel park (my favorite, even today), change lanes on the highway, make many left turns and held me in suspense until we were walking back inside. He said: "Go wake your brother up, tell him: you get to drive home."
I was breathless in my response. He laughed at me, in a kind way, and pointed to the camera area and said "remember to smile, no one ever does" shaking his head.
License in hand, I walked over to the sleeping sibling, gently touching his shoulder, rousing him from his slumbers. He uncurled himself from that hard old chair, shook his head, as if to revive himself, but looking like he was still drowning in fatigue.
I drove my brother home: knowing what love looks like: it was personified, right next to me.