Let's see--the DMV has only two handicapped parking spots for "customers." The only available parking was behind the building--near the back.

It was hot and humid. Very.

The first person I talked to said I needed to have proof of insurance with me. (For a driver's license? Yes, if I was "in" the system as a car owner.)

That meant another hike into the nether regions.

Fortunately, when I got back I found a seat by some nice friendly people, and we had a collective gripe session.

The clock got closer and closer to 4 PM, and at that hour the doors were locked against any latecomers.

But boy, did the processing of driver's license renewals speed up! Nobody asked to see any car paperwork, and it went really quickly. Amazing how efficient people get after the official closing time.

My picture isn't as good as the last one, but my license cost half of what the young guy ahead of me paid. (The advantage of being over 70.)

So now I'm "legal" for four more years (I think.) No shortened validity because of age--"only" a discount on fee.

As I left it started to really rain. Fortunately, I keep an umbrella in my purse.

At one point in my return home the rain got really heavy, but by the time I actually got there, it had ended.

Maybe tomorrow I'll get some more yard/house work done.


(And oil clumps have been seen not only in Lake Borgne but Lake Pontchartrain. And, of course, all along the coastal areas of Mississippi, Alabama, and peninsular Florida.)