This morning's usual routine was interrupted by a a trip to the local DMV that was not planned until yesterday morning.
It seems when my husband went in to have some blood work done yesterday, they asked him for his photo id. When they handed it back to him, he looked at it (who knows why) and realized that it had expired LAST AUGUST!!
Needless to say, he forked over the keys and we decided that a trip to take care of the issue would be in order post haste!
(we were used to living in a state that sent out reminders in the mail -- I guess they don't do that here)
Anyway, this morning, we went over to the DMV, and as we're standing in line we were talking to a lady that was there with her son who was taking his test for his first driver's license.
As we talked, she revealed that she moved to our state from New Orleans after Katrina -- they lost their home and every thing in it, having lived in the St Bernard Parish (right next door to the 9th Ward, which has gotten a lot of press).
The only thing they were able to later retrieve was a gold ring set with little diamonds that she had left sitting in the window sill of the kitchen that Sunday morning before the hurricane. When they were finally able to get back into their home, it was still sitting there -- a real strange twist considering that everything else in the house was so turned upside down.
She also told me that in the last 6 months as they were on a family vacation back to that area, her husband died while they were on the road.
I was stunned. I would never have guessed she'd seen all that trouble.
A true testament to the strength of the human spirit.
My grandmother used to have a little frame above her desk that had this saying in it:
I used to complain because I had no shoes, until I met a man that had no feet.
Ok, I get the message -- time to quit whining --