Sticker shock averted
Almost got by me… that odd tax that we pay here, known as automobile licensing. There’s even a dated sticker, so that society can spot the scofflaws. And I came that close.
This is the last day of the month. Unlike our last jurisdiction, it turns out that the province won’t send a bill. If you forget, prepare to be fined when they find you. Suitably worried, I headed on down to the service centre at lunch time, where doors were open for service and the clerk came to see me in. Actually, she mistook me for someone else who was supposed to get keys, but why quibble. No lineup!
After paying my just dues, I headed home with the coveted sticker. Pulled the plate off the car, so that I could clean the old sticker off and make sure there was no reasonable risk of glue failure. Applied my “good until 2017” tag and put the plate back in place. I feel so much better, now that my risk of an impromptu interview with the forces of law and order (and taxation) is back to a simmer.
Later this afternoon, I got busy with my just arrived set of bits, and prepared the speaker stands. The family has wondered why I had that secret store of sewer pipe and cutting boards; now they know. I’ll do my sand in-fill tomorrow, and finally unbox the monitors. Progress, on my terms.
Watched a documentary on the life and art of Kate Bush. Highly recommended. Forty years of effort!
