…April, June and November.”

Thirty days in Waco, Texas–but I couldn’t think of any rhyming words to emphasize the occasion. I only enjoyed half a night’s sleep because so many things “to do.”

One item haunts me: Register the car within thirty days. But here are the qualifications: (1) Inspection and get a certificate; (2) current registration; (3) proof of insurance; (4) cash or credit card. “They” won’t take a check that isn’t “local” with my name and address printed on the check.

I’ve only left my new home twice this month. If I drive around I’ll see an inspection station. But where is a Bank? I did a Google search for the Texas Dept. of Motor Vehicles and have their address. Google Maps says “fifteen-minutes” drive. That will be a nightmare experience (for me) because of the horrible traffic.

I need to register to vote before February 2nd. (Reregister because I’ve voted consistently in Livingston.) I went on the Internet, found the proper site, and filled in all the required information only to read (at the bottom of the page) that I need to print the form and mail to Elections Administration Office. I don’t have a printer and I seldom need a printer. That office is located “about a fifteen-minute drive.”

**If** the weather had been pleasant, I would have braved the traffic. It just didn’t make sense (to me) to drive in rain, or fog, in an unknown city, in un-Godly traffic.

This illustration comes to my mind: I’m running on a track and I have “hurdles” I need to jump every few feet. Can you picture it in your mind?

Thirty days in Waco….