Waxing Poetic: The Forge-Master

The moon phase has waned to new. Tomorrow marks the New Moon and the Perigean Spring Tide, but my creativity has been waxing strong lately. Here is a dream-inspired poem of mine, which is copyrighted. You have no permissions to it other than reading it.

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Shaper of iron…rugged and strong

Wild, long hair and beard blow and flow in the wind

Cresting the hill, he approaches bare-chested

The forge is cold…long untouched…neglected, she slumbers

He sets powerful hands to the bellows – deftly manipulates

Coals glow under his experienced touch…heat rises

He reaches down, caressing the knob on the vent – the flames explode

He smiles, thrusting thick, raw pig-iron into the fire

Hands deftly pump the bellows – steadily…rhythmically

Iron glows red…then white-hot

Sweat streams down muscular thighs

Loincloth falls away, unnoticed in his exertions

Iron is doused with cool, soothing fluid…steam rises in a sigh

Mold me, forge-master…I am your smoldering ember

A Tale of Two Offices

Dealing with overpaid government employees is a fact of life for many people. Those times tend to be few and far between, fortunately. When they do occur, they can either be a surprisingly painless experience, or they can be a miserable ordeal perpetuated by an inbred autistic who has been guaranteed a “meaningful place in society” by the brilliant minds behind the no-longer-needed ADA. Two days were needed to do something which could have been completed in one day, due the cognitive dysfunction of a fat pig who couldn’t clarify her own statement.

Wednesday the 20th was designated as the day to renew my WA state identification (WA I.D.) and my license to carry a concealed weapon (CCL/CWP). Documentation was needed for my I.D., as it had expired at the end of 2015 and I was going to upgrade it to what is called an “Enhanced Identification.” Enhanced I.D. is used here in the USA by select states, and qualifies as a passport of sorts if we wish to travel to Canuckistan or Mexico. This is subject to change at any time based on the whims of the current administration.

Anyway, we chose to get my I.D. renewed first because we thought that it wouldn’t take as long as the CCL renewal, and doing the CCL would be on the way home. Smooth sailing wasn’t to be, as the waiting-room was full by the time we arrived. There were only three employees in attendance even though there were six service windows in all, so they were obviously short-staffed.

We waited a full half-hour before the imperious bitch waved her hand in our general direction. At the counter, her sniffy attitude indicated that her workday was done and she wasn’t going to be of any help. She was condescending and rude and insisted that I didn’t have the proper documentation, proclaiming in a haughty tone: “You need to provide your birth certificate as proof of residency.” Um, what? A birth certificate only proves that I was born in this country. It doesn’t prove residency, as I wasn’t born yesterday – literally. The only way a birth certificate proves residency is if the newborn isn’t a foster child or given up for adoption, and only if they were six months of age or less.

I mentioned this and asked her to clarify her statement. Her snippy retort was, “I have rules that I have to follow and you need to bring in your birth certificate!” She thrust a piece of paper at me, ordered me to read their website and get familiar with their requirements, then shut her window so that she could end her day. Never mind the fact that I had read the website beforehand and ensured that I had the necessary documents. Need for a birth certificate was listed nowhere on their website, nor was it listed on the paper she threw at me before slamming her little partition closed. Since she had wasted so much of our time, there was no way to get to the county sheriff’s office to renew the CCL. We treated ourselves to sushi and made it home safely, in spite of an accident on the road which delayed us for another 45 minutes.

Solstice Day, Thursday 21 December was supposed to be spent relaxing and enjoying the shortest day of the year. Instead, we had to go out on treacherous roads which we had planned on avoiding. Since the original schedule had been disrupted, we decided to go to the county sheriff’s office first in order to get the CCL renewal out of the way. What a completely different experience!

The woman behind the counter was open and friendly, requesting clearly which documents were needed to complete the process. I had my photo re-taken, as the OR CCL is a photo ID form in and of itself, then sat down to fill out the paperwork so that it was current. By the time I had the paperwork completed, my renewed CCL was finished. In all, the process from start to finish took all of 30 minutes.

Back to Kelso, WA for the enhanced I.D. renewal. All required documents with me, including the certified copy of my birth certificate. I guess that is the new America for me, for the time being: always be prepared to show proof of being born in the USA, since I don’t fit the stereotype of the American-born Black woman!

After listening to the overtly effusive and unctuous apologies from the self-proclaimed “supervisor” of that DMV location, I received my enhanced identification for the state of Washington. I won’t have to deal with government employees – pleasant or incompetent – until 2023.

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