As I was sitting, this afternoon, through a very lengthy meeting at work, my mind naturally started drifting (it doesn’t help that our conference room is flanked by huge windows and thus gets really warm during the day. And it occurred to me that there was this election earlier this week, for which we received no voting materials at all. Both of us are registered as permanent absentee, so normally we get all this stuff in the mail, but apparently this kind of thing does not get forwarded when you move out of county.

It also occurred to me that after five months in the new place, it might be wise to finally get around to getting the (mandatory) parking passes for our neighborhood. It’s not like we’ve been in any danger of getting ticketed so far, but there is only so long one should tempt fate, and besides, the silly things are free, so the only thing standing in the way is the requirement that we provide a copy of the registration for the car being stickered, and that car must be registered to the new address. Richard’s was easy – his car came up for renewal at the beginning of this month so when the new registration info arrives, he’ll have the correct address and can get the pass for his car. But mine was renewed before we moved, and for some reason it did not occur to me to update the address back then, so I either have the choice of waiting til next year and hoping that no bored little parking patrol person decides to trundle down our street in the meantime, or suck it up and deal with it.

Luckily, with the power of that nifty thing called the internet, most of this can be dealt with online. I registered to vote in our new county with a click of a button, refraining, as usual, to select a party because we get enough election spam as it is without admitting that we might actually *prefer* one over the others. Unfortunately the DMV’s online address change system refuses to recognize my vehicle ID, so I had to print it out and take care of it the old fashioned way (filling out a form, and actually dredging up a stamp and putting it in the *mail*.)

So…two more things checked off the (very lengthy) list of stuff I need to do after the move, and if I know Murphy’s Law, it should be only a matter of time before I get called for jury duty. And in the meantime I will cross my fingers that I can get the new registration for the car back in the mail in time to get myself that silly little parking pass before our luck runs out.

Posted for NaBloPoMo.