windthread

i went.   Very different scene than from when i was there before to do the driver's licence ordeal.   You go in the door and a young woman asks you to state your business and provide paperwork.   She's very nice.   She checks these,  then scans your forehead for temperature and gives you this sticker.   It's at least a 45 minute wait.  Probably more.   you go back outside and  numbers are called  on a speaker….you had been given one on a slip of paper.    I sat in the Nameless Vehicle with Tay.  We looked at people.  They sat on cement ledges and stood about.  Some sat in vehicles like us.  The flow was constant in and out the door.   There are Sycamore Trees in the parking lot.  We were under the canopy of one the first time around.  I again marveled at the bark/skin.  My number came up.   I hand over my papers to the young woman behind the plexiglass  she does what she does and tells me i need to get smogged.  Come back then.   OK….so off i go….back down Mitchell ave to Lincoln,  to the Post Office  where my kneadable eraser from Dick Blick has finally arrived after a month.   in a huge box of air bags.  it's the size of a postage stamp.  I think.   Had passed a sign that said SMOG.   I go back around and down…it's one way streets…and pull in and a young man gestures into the garage.   I hand them the paperwork and am tested.  PASS.  more papers.   a decision.  it's going on noon now and temp has risen.  75  degrees is the cut off for leaving a child or animal in a vehicle.  They can break your window,  even tho i leave the doors unlocked   (who does that?)  and the windows rolled down so she can put her head out.   I chance it.  Go in again and present my smog,  she says ok…gives me a new number and i go back out to sit.  This time not under a tree.  We wait.   All manner of humanity.   California has everyone.  All kinds of us.   I watch.   As they approach the door,  masks are put in place.  There is no negative energy about this.  I ….feel/sense…..like the woman with the temperature tool….i feel/sense with my sensing tool….there is no negative energy.     and

i thought,  for the first time ever,  how this might be a scene of a shooting.   How similar public places are now.   Some one human being having been driven crazy enough to need to hurt people.   and i notice how i am not surprised by this thought…how it has become so common place that i just notice this,  think this,  with no alarm.   just a quiet gratitude that all seems well.  My number is finally called,  an hour and a half later.   it takes minutes.   the new title will arrive in the mail in 2 weeks  he says.  I've DONE IT.   We go.  We get back on Olive Highway and head for the Hill.   Turn in and drive up.  Goats move out of the way…Talkie.   Two distinct worlds,  worlds apart.