Morning all, it’s going to be a mild scorcher today and the boys are behaving. I’ve been a lazy bum most of the night, and that’s okay with me.
I swapped out the office chair for my wheelchair today. Pain levels have been enough that it’s been beyond time to do so. The problem is that my legs need a bit more support. It’s a part of life. I’m uncomfortable sitting, and uncomfortable laying down.
Realized that I’d forgotten to renew our tabs for the car yesterday. My husband gave me his debit card to cover it, and I ordered them online. Hopefully they will be here soon.
You see, I’m the one that the ‘new recruits’ on the force pull over. Always for something small, like a light that has never worked on my vehicle and isn’t necessary for the safe operation of the vehicle, or that I am driving late at night. The senior officers know that I’m sober, and they know that I will treat the new kids with respect.
It’s weird, but I don’t mind, as long as they don’t give me a ticket. One night, when I still lived on the farm, I was leaving town here to head back. I was wearing coverals, a flannel shirt, and listening to classical music low on the radio.
The kids pulled me over, and asked me what I was doing. I told them the truth, that my husband lived here, I lived on the farm, and was heading home. I’d handed over my license and my concealed carry. They asked if I had the pew pew with me, and I told them the truth, that it was in a locked box.
The poor kid didn’t know what to do. I asked if there was anything I could do to help them, and they said no, handed me back my license and such and I continuted on my way. Since then, it’s happened a few more times. It’s always the kids that pull me over, and they always look like they graduated high school a week ago.
I know, it’s weird. They know I will be respectful and gentle with the new recruits. The tabs will be here in a bit, and life goes on.
Take care my friends. -L