Sitting in the DMV with mercury the wonder pup. She is laying calmly at my feet in a room for of people waiting to get to one of the receiving stalls at the front of the room. We are number 109.
92 being served now.
I am trying to get the title to a vehicle my father gave me when I lived off the grid on a farm in Dresden for a winter. Naomi was just one year old and I managed to be living in a place on peaks where the sewage would back up into the ground floor bathroom and the owner did not feel good about an Infant being in proximity. I got to Dresden via a craigslist ad to work and live at the Sheepscot General store. I moved Naomi and I off island to try and work and live in central western Maine based on the couple who owned the store being friends of another couple I had known for a while – Connor and Chelsea, doing and knowing good people and healthy living.
The vehicle my father gave me on top of a truck I already owned. A 1990’s gray Ford ranger with a cap. My father has a way of doling out more responsibility I don’t want or think I need and yet somehow it sometimes covers a need. As with his habit of giving me cars he has no use for. The green 2006 Saturn I am waiting to get the title for being the second car he dropped on me. The newest is a Hyundai Santa Fe I can’t afford to register or insure. Somehow it’s mine though . Thanks, dad.
The green Saturn I need the title and am waiting to try to acquire one because it is dead In a no parking zone on peaks island. I have for week applied and reapplied on line and written emails and finally got someone on the phone last week who figured out what I needed to know. Their system is not compatible with chrome or android web servers. So I have been repeatedly thwarted due to the internet platform I use on my phone and Chromebook computer.
So now they are serving 103 and I have sat here thinking of what I need to do to sure up a seamless transition from the place we are living at to our tiny home location.
The trailer is the key component yet to be put in place. I have found one on island, miraculously, in the drive way of the friends house we have dog and plant sitting at until their return from writing and teaching in Mexico for the colder months. The trailer is up on cinder blocks with a wine bottle of Ruminat Primitivo laying on a ledge and the wheels dismantled. The wheels can be put back on when they return. The kicker is the truck I use on island, a silver f150 with a huge lift my friend Nate sold to me and Cpt .Joe last spring, has a brake issue . One front brake is already cut off and kinked so as to push pressure over to the driver’s side brake . The driver’s side brake is about to totally fail and has brake fluid sweating around about where I naively understand part of the brake line ends. I need Travers to help me change the hoses out, but for some reason he won’t. I think is because I haven’t got the title for the green Saturn he could tow out of the way if I did. I really don’t know, I’m just hoping this will get more things rolling to remove and use all the vehicles I am in charge of well.
I bought Joe out of what he fronted for the cost Nate wanted for the truck beginning of last summer. Half I worked off in his garden half I paid him in cash. It’s sitting in his driveway now ready to work this spring again. And to move any lumber or brush or plants etc that need to go. Also I am hoping , when the brakes get fixed it will haul the trailer out of my Mexico loving friends yard over to Cpt Joe’s to be parked next to the barn where my chop saw, table saw and all my painting materials are stored. I plan to build it out there and then find a piece of land I can get water on for it to live more permanently.
Some details about cpt. Joe to follow..
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