Determined to have dad's car "done" before the end of the school year, I scheduled a time at the DMV in Arapahoe county---where he registered the car--at 2 pm on 2 June, 2025.
I've never done checkout in this building, which is two weird days, so I was swinging wide believing I could get out by 1 to go pick up mom in Lakewood and Schlep her to the DMV. I was able to leave as nobody seemed concerned about checkout and there was a BBQ at noon----
A moment. I am not doing great.
Submitted as evidence: I contributed salsa to the going away nacho gathering for a retiring Para. I walked to the room after delivering said salsa and` awkwardly stood there, watching everyone. I spoke maybe two words to another teacher. It was like a switch was flipped. I didn't want to walk away, and I couldn't form words. I still think I had a stroke. When the Para asked if I was going to have any nachos, I stepped over to her to awkwardly hug her, spoke word salad and left the room.
Today, as I was leaving the classroom to take napkins to the BBQ--- a stack pawed from a Costco tower, one of three we found in dad's trailer--the teacher across the hall grabbed my arm and said "Let's go to the BBQ!". I stated flatly that I do not like to be bullied, but allowed her to drag me to the courtyard, where I dropped off my napkins, hyper aware of how awkward it was to carry 100 unwrapped paper napkins, and sulked at the table. She sat with me and another sped teacher, both on their phones, occasionally talking to one another. I said "I could kill everyone here and it wouldn't bother me" and neither of them flinched or looked up from their screens.
The BBQ was to begin at noon, but by 12.30 food was not imminent and I was becoming someone I didn't recognize. I hated everyone, spat out short answers to questions about my children and stared at the wall. Gratefully, my STL texted to say my room had not passed inspection, giving me a reason to exit. Which I did. Without saying good bye.
That is Not Like Me.
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So I fixed my room and headed out to pick up mom for our Arapahoe DMV date, at which we hoped they would remove her name from the title of the car she Did Not Purchase and Did Not Want.
Mom was dazzled and puzzled by how much has changed at the DMV. I had to check in with a QR code that I was sent after registering on their website. "You have to have an appointment?" she shouted, watching my face closely. Her hearing aids are controlled by her phone, which vexes her, and she doesn't always change them to match the ambient noise fast enough, so she watches faces and "reads lips".
Once she marveled at the QR code entry, we entered the waiting room. With her cane and her bemused look the security guard----someone I know well from Act 1: Dad's Trailer---asked if we had an appointment. When she saw me, and I scowled at her while holding up my ticket number and she just nodded. I was a joy the last four times I was here, and now I've brought an elderly, mostly deaf woman whose cane could be used as a weapon. She kept a close eye. I do not blame her.
We took our seats, while I explained the illuminated callboard to her. "When our number comes up, they'll also announce it so you'll hear it." She clicked her teeth "I am glad I never have to do this again."
Clerk #15 drew the short straw today.
My mom wants to know why she's on the title, but I told her I'd already had that conversation with the last clerk. They can't explain it. Just take his name off, create a title with her name only then switch it to me. Donesies.
Nope. We can only take off dad's name and get a title with her name, because I LIVE IN JEFFERSON COUNTY. I refer you to Act 1: Dad's Trailer, and my county of residence being the cause of much misinformation or incompetence, causing me my current PTSD issues with all DMV's.
Mom looked at my face and said "What?" I said loudly "I think I have to take you to Jeffco DMV now----" #15 interrupted, "No, just you. You have her title and she signed the back over to you. All you have to do is go to Jeffco to get a title in your name now."
I smiled at him. Which I promise did not look friendly, because my eyes were screaming "All I HAVE TO DO...is jump through more hoops but YOU PEOPLE LET MY DAD PUT MY MOM'S NAME ON THE TITLE WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!"
We left, and decided to go to lunch. "How about Garramones, mom?"
We drive to Garramones. It's Monday. If you know, you know, and we didn't even think about it. Because mom is old and I'm not doing great.
So we went to Moose Hill instead.
I did not drink.
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