March 10: All Is Well

At 11:41am, Karmalita was insured and my license was cleared, thanks to Ashley at State Farm. It took me a long while to release the anxiety that had been building since Friday. A huge hunk of relief actually came late yesterday afternoon when out of the blue a coven sister texted me and in the course of our conversation, offered her new home in Pennsylvania as my legal address. Everything was going to work out, I just had to travel the 800 miles from here to there in an uninsured vehicle in the six days left before my license was suspended. I spent the evening celebrating with maps, finding highways and byways along which were Cracker Barrels, truck stops, and a Planet Fitness.
Today I got up early (for me) and began making calls to the tax collector, motor vehicle office, insurance companies … even tried elected officials to find out what happens if no insurance companies would cover a skoolie. I kept being put in the same loop when given two useless numbers I had already called. Then The Angel Ashley appeared and in maybe 15 minutes I had coverage and a clear license. It took me a while to process the fact all was well, and to allow the last of the tension to leave my body. 
Lilly, the woman with the permaforest I’ve been visiting, has loaded me up with gifts, including an outdoor play area and a collar and tracking device for Sunshine, a huge assortment of supplements, a charcuterie board, bones, leggings, wool socks, apples, charms, pouches for tarot cards, eggs, and multiple servings of sauerbraten. I’m going to be investing in a couple of storage containers to replace the bulging cardboard boxes.
With luck I will find them Friday or Saturday at tag sales along more than 200 miles of Highway 341 – Peaches to the Beaches, from Barnesville to Brunswick. It’s become and annual field trip leaving from the skoolie homestead. Despite not having room for what I already have, I can’t resist the thrill of the hunt. Cat claws have destroyed the cotton tapestry covering the couch, and I am going to need another journal soon. And there’s always room for more skeleton keys, candles, mason jars, and such. Sunday I’ll show you what I score.