Chipped off one more little thing that mattered. I went uptown to see Jacob, the guy at the DMV, and gave him some money to make it all legal. Registration, paper in hand, metal in the mail. Title, print copy in the mail. Alas, still three years to go before they’ll let me hang a copper plate on her. I can wait.

Got it home and emptied the bed of the stuff that wasn’t mine. Didn’t quite make it as far as pressurewashing the Chino crud out of the bed, but tomorrow is another day.

I wanted to call her Rocinante but it’s been done to death, so I’m working on something cleaner.

It took me literal years to commit to naming myself Vairtere.

For this naming it’ll be more like weeks, maybe days if I’m lucky.

Ró …

A very ancient sound coming down to us through Danish and old Norse from the very Proto=Indo-European original: *rē(w)

Meaning calmness, quiet, tranquility, peace, repose, rest.

Which is certainly where all good things begin.