I had to cancel the appointment I made for the written test for the motorcycle lisence.
I was going to take my Thursday charge, pop in, pop out, and be off to the park.
But my conscience wasn’t having it.
I don’t know that I want to bring anyone that I dislike into the DMV with me, let alone a two-year old that I adore.
I also got some input from a friend about how long the process would take and it’s not going to be done in a half hour or forty-five minute time frame.
When it’s going to get done I don’t know.
I may actually have to take time off to do it or I will have to go at the crack of dawn, or so it feels to me, 8 a.m.
Who the hell wants to start their day at 8 a.m. at the DMV?
Yick.
But that’s the only way I can see around it.
The DMV is not open on Saturdays or Sundays, I used to recall that it was on Saturday, but no, the hours listed say definitively that the office is closed on the weekend.
And it closes by 5 p.m. M-F.
My start time is, depending on what part of town I am in, 8:45-9a.m.
My end time is, again depending on where I am in the city, 5p.m.-6p.m.
So basically my only get in is going to be to take time off from work.
I had thought that perhaps I could sneak in on Friday after court, but my friend, same friend with the motorcycle information, said it could take up to three hours to get through.
Three hours?!
Ugh.
In my dream scenario I go in, the judge takes a look at the ticket, says it’s bullshit, recognizes I am a valuable citizen who was not trying to break any laws, just expedite getting home from a long day riding the mean streets of San Francisco, and waive the ticket.
All in twenty minutes.
Ha.
Now, Friday is also not always an early start for me, sometimes I don’t have to be in the Castro until 10:30 a.m.
Therein lies my opportunity, me thinks, to get the written test out-of-the-way.
Friday, 8 a.m. DMV, Fell Street, be there or be square.
Then I will get to work, then I will go to 850 Bryant and tackle the ticket.
I don’t know if that’s the nicest thing to do to myself though, double dip in the city’s system.
No one wants to go to 850 Bryant.
No one wants to go to the DMV.
To do them both on the same day seems masochistic.
Perhaps I can wait until next Friday to take the written test.
I am just bummed, not horribly, but I was hoping that I would get it out-of-the-way and be driving my scooter around the city this weekend.
Everything else has fallen into place so nicely in regards to the process, the safety course, the helmet and other accoutrement, so I guess I have been expecting the same with the licence part.
If I look at it with a tiny, teeny, tiny, bit of perspective though, I realize that since I have lived in San Francisco I have only been to the DMV three times.
Maybe four.
Definitively three.
I think one time I walked in, saw the line, walked out and went home and made an online appointment to come back another day.
That’s not bad numbers for having lived here for over eleven years.
And I have never been to court in San Francisco.
I have gone to 850 Bryant a whole bunch, just not to court.
I used to work for a small criminal law firm that was located kitty corner from the 850 Bryant and would whirl in and out dropping off files or paperwork for the attorneys.
This too is some good odds, only once in eleven years to go to court.
Not too shabby.
And for all things a bicycle ticket.
Not exactly getting crazy up in here.
Just kicking it with some glitter nail polish, that’s about as risky as it’s getting for me at the moment.
Other than that stuff on my plate, it was a pretty good day in nanny town.
The charge and I got out to the Discovery Museum in Sausalito, or right there outside of it at Camp Baker.
The view is just amazing.
Even if you have no desire or need to go to the museum–and really anyone going is going with kids under 8 years old–the view from the parking lot is worth the drive.
You get to see the back side of the Golden Gate and the view of the city across the bay is spectacular.
My charge had an awesome time.
As soon as I cleaned up the vomit he threw up in the car seat, I had an awesome time too.
He got carsick coming down the twisty road leading off the Alexander Exit.
I love driving it, but not so much fun for a younger passenger.
Fortunately there were back up clothes and though the day was over cast, it was not raining and it was great to go play in the tot area, the pirate cove, to go dig around the shipwrecked boat, to hand him a shovel and pail and a hard hat and let him go to town was awesome.
Even ran into a friend I don’t see much of since he moved to Marin with his partner and their baby.
Who, when I smiled at her, walked right over and plunked herself down in my lap.
Her mom said, “oh, she doesn’t usually do that with other moms”.
I smiled.
“I’m a nanny,” I said, “that’s my charge and usually I have two, so this feels just about perfect.”
I kissed the little girls head and she smiled at me and let me bounce her on my lap.
Nice.
Another mom tried to say hi to my charge and he burst into tears.
“Oh, no,” scary mommy said.
He was ok, it was just intense, sometimes I think we forget that they are little and things get overwhelming and they don’t move the same speed, especially in a new environment.
Plus, she zoomed up to him like he was the cutest thing on earth.
And yeah, he is, but you got to get on his level.
That’s what works best, just get on the floor and let them crawl all over you.
Ah.
I am starting to ramble and I don’t know where the blog is headed.
Suffice to say, there is no rush to get the licence.
It will happen when it’s suppose to.
I have wheels until it does.
No need for my to force a solution, it will happen naturally and when it’s suppose to.
Besides, I ride my bike past that office three times a week, I have the handbook in my bag and my paper work ready to go, when the window opens.
I will be ready.
Auntiebubba 