A new tag
My early trip to the local mechanic’s place (I hesitate to say garage, because this is different from the usual place with a petroleum sign to mark the site), went well. After leaving the car and keys, I walked home (about six minutes) and waited for the call. Ninety minutes later, I returned and received a newly inspected vehicle. Ready for a year on the road.
In celebration, we headed down to the local highways office, and in return for some money and simple form completion, we now have a brand new license plate. With a fox, and a novel “number/letter/letter” tag. No more obvious tourist identifier. Although the whole process serves only to tax me more, I’m content. It goes with the belonging to a new place game.
The carpenter came back, this morning. We now have actual steps into the house; front and rear. The landing from the deck is a little closer to “the edge” than I had imagined. The dog is ecstatic. He escaped, twice. We’re now back to watching for open doors.
Visitors, too. Double batches. I haven’t had this many chances to show off the new digs in, well, ever. Soon, we’ll have a lawn, and a mower, and all the other things that go with a new address. Just in time for winter.
Starting to field questions about how we can access the dunes down below. There must be a public road; time to go driving around. Perhaps under cover of rain… all the better to mask our purpose.
