Coming to the bend in the road

I did what I said I would. I called the state services for the blind and talked to a really nice lady who explained to me what type of things they could do for me in the rehab and life skills departments. Things depend on what the doctor's report says, as I have to be at 20/50 corrected vision to be eligible, or I have to wait. She said she would refer me to the vocational rehab specialist, and he would call me later.

Wow, all this happened in one day! He will be over on Thursday if he can work it into his schedule since I live here in town not far from their offices. He said he would evaluate what type of skills and equipment I use now and determine what it will take to either keep me doing what I am now, or get me the training to do something else. This is exciting news, because I do not want to feel like I am on the dole. So tomorrow will tell me more.

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In other news, dealing with my lack of organisational skills, I could not locate the renewal slip for my car licence. Holy shit, today is the last day. I called the DMV, or whatever Arkansas calls it, and asked what happens if you can't find the renewal notice. She said I needed proof of insurance, last year's registration, and proof that the car had been assessed and the taxes paid on it. Holy 'nother shit, Batman! I had no idea if it had been assessed. Another problem you run into when you divorce. She gave me the number to the tax office, and I called to see what that would entail. She told me I would have to come down to the office to sign papers with the name change.

I have a list of things I have to do now, and it's growing longer. I hate running errands. I go to the tax office, get a primo parking space for once, and was in and out in less than five minutes. That has to be some sort of record. Then to the DMV for the tags (actually only a teeny sticker to cover up last year's number) and was second in line. Stopped by my post office box, and had a new book waiting for me! (Thanks, V!) And there was no waiting at the post office to mail a parcel, either. Today, I wished that Arkansas had a lottery. I would have bought a ticket.

Hope tomorrow is half this good.