Expired, Way Back, 8 Years

Well despite assurances from Tesla early last week that I would have my updated registration in hand before it expired yesterday, nothing arrived in the mail, meaning technically I am now driving a car with an invalid registration.  I had reached out to the local Naples Tesla sales rep I dealt with when buying my Y on Friday.  He told me if nothing arrived by Monday to call his store and they would get another temp tag overnighted to me to hold me over.  I called yesterday afternoon and of course my guy was off.

I reexplained my situation to the sales guy who answered.  He seemed less motivated to help.  His advice was to call the Fort Lauderdale location where I picked up the car and select the delivery team from the phone menu. I told him my past experience was it is near impossible to get someone to answer the phone there.  He said he would also send a message over the Tesla platform to that group as well about my situation.  The hope was one of the two of us would be successful.  Well the day passed without any further contact from Tesla.  Today is the day I apply full court pressure to anyone and everyone I talk to.  I need it resolved yesterday, literally.

Yesterday I got an unexpected package in the mail from my uncle.  He was cleaning out his old picture collections and found a bunch of old pictures of our family which he included.  Many of them were at my grandparents house but some were not, quite a few I had never seen before.  Going through them was a trip down memory lane.  Seeing pictures of my family from 40-50 years ago feels bizarre.

Of course it was impossible to thumb through these pictures and not feel sadness as well, seeing relatives that are long gone.  The most painful as you would expect was the various pictures of my mom, some of them dating back to her high school photo.  The passage of time is something that sneaks up on you, silently pushing memories into your rear view mirror, not to be thought about again until something like old pictures pulls those moments of time out of the cobwebs and back into focus.

Today is Cindy and my eight year anniversary.  That passage of time thing I just mentioned applies here too.  It seems crazy that we have already been together eight years.  During that time we have had so many memories created, laughs exchanged, and fun had that counting it all would be literally impossible.

The tree we bought/planted is our official anniversary gift to one another but we will do a dinner out tonight or this weekend, whatever works out.