The State cut the pay of Speech-Language Pathologists & other department of education workers. As part of the deal, they gave us a bunch of STO hours (supplemental time off). I used some STO to renew my driver license last week. Apparently my astigmatism is worsening in my ripe old age because I had to take the vision test about five times. The nice DMV guy kept telling me, "Try line 6 again... Ummm... Try again... Try again... Maybe the screen is blurry. Here wipe it with a tissue. Try again..."
(On a positive note, my union negotiated really hard with the State, resulting in a $0.23 increase in my latest pay stub. Yeee-haw.)
Anyway, today we spent my day off running errands & ended it at our (surprisingly clean & empty) Ewa Beach beach park.
My vision limitations struck again:
Me, "Look babe! A turtle!"
Jeff, "That's a stick."
Me, "Look babe! Another turtle! It's bobbing it's head in the water!"
Jeff, "That's floating rubbish."
Okay, maybe the beach wasn't totally clean, but at least the rubbish looked like cute marine life.