@lancia, can you not renew tags online?
I can renew tags, but I can’t do the title transfer. And since the title is still in the previous owner’s name when the tags come due (notice will likely be sent next month) they’ll go to the previous owner.
I tried calling the Oregon DMV but got a recorded message with the usual “due to the high volume of calls we cannot process your inquiry. Please call again later” recording.
We’re in a not-dissimilar situation. My father-in-law passed away in October, and my wife inherited his Corvette. It’s now titled in her name, and its plates are good through January…but both the title and the plates are from Florida, and we live in Illinois (she brought the car back up here in March, just before the COVID lockdowns).
So, at some point before January, we need to get the thing re-titled here, which will, obviously, require an in-person visit to the Secretary of State office (which runs the services that the DMV does in every other state but Illinois).
Isn’t Ouachita big enough for social distancing? (Interstate 30 was built so we DFW-ites could get to Arkansas for weekend camping. 
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I miss going to gigs, live music has always been a big part of my life and it’s been so sad seeing all the great things in my calendar disappear completely, some have rescheduled dates but some are just having to wait until something happens.
I miss being able to go into town and wander round the shops (particularly the book shop) and then stop for a pint on the way home. Now I have to think about the one-way walking route around the town and the shopping centres, and if I want to go to the pub, I have to book a table.
I don’t miss the long and arduous commute to work, but I miss the atmosphere of our office. We’re a fairly close group and it has been sometimes difficult keeping in touch with everyone. Even so, I don’t really miss the office enough to want to be back there. I quite enjoy working from home and I would be happy to carry on like this.
I miss the idea of travel. We’ve had two trips cancelled this year already. One was rescheduled twice and although it’s now booked for August, I don’t see it going ahead. The country we planned to visit requires 14 days quarantine for incoming visitors, we’d only planned to be there a week visiting friends, so at the moment it seem very unlikely we’ll be going.
I miss being in my classroom with my kids even though it’s July and I wouldn’t be with them now anyway. The face to face instruction just ended so quickly in March. One moment we were there, and then, we weren’t. Being stressed about what September may look like, I’m already missing it because I know it’s going to look a whole lot different.
Seeing family
Going into a store to buy something on a whim
Going out to eat
My daughter and SIL not being able to travel, which means I don’t get to move in and take 24 hour care of my granddaughter while they are gone. Extravagant spoiling used to occur, which both of us entered into with wild abandon.
I still get to spend all day Sunday with them but now she and I have to be in cahoots to get in all that spoiling and I have to follow all their silly rules instead of just cleaning up the messes before they get home. DANG!
Granddaughter likes to tell them “I like Grandma, she’s silly!”. My daughter starts to look worried then because she remembers.
I retired so I could go to more live music (first time in 30 years not teaching summer school, I was going to stay in Milwaukee and do multiple days at Summerfest).
I had plans with friends to hang out in bars and watch NBA and all of March Madness, and spend the spring hitting more baseball stadiums.
So, damn. But my motto has become “It’s okay. I can wait a year…”
I am am retired and pretty much of a homebody anyway but I miss the lunches with friends I used to have pretty much weekly. I also miss being able to find stuff I used to buy at the grocery. Who knew caffeine free, regular Coke would be hard to find or Mug root beer? I also miss the salad bar at the grocery. Not because I eat a lot of salad but because sometimes I can get a little something there that I want to use for a recipe or something. No point in buying an entire pepper or tomato if all I need is a 1/4 cup.
Me, too. I’ve gotten pretty good at not bemoaning all the things I’d planned to do when I retired in January. You just have to let it go at some point. I’ve waited this long, I can wait another year.
I live in shorts and t-shirts now since I rarely go out. I got something out of a closet the other day and realized that I had forgotten I bought several sun dresses last fall in anticipation of being a lady who lunches this summer. Not happening. Although, I do have to attend a house closing on July 30 so I’m going to pull one out. I told a friend yesterday that it will be fun to wear real clothes for a change.
I miss going to rock concerts. We normally go only 3-4 times a year, but this year not even one.
Yesterday they emptied a dumptruck full of rocks in back of our place. I’m considering posting a picture on Facebook with the title, “the only rock show this year”.
I miss wandering in stores. Even going the grocery store is stressful. We went to Ikea to look at furniture possibilities and, even though it wasn’t crowded, we didn’t dawdle.
I miss going to the company canteen or nearby restaurant for lunch. Cooking lunch every day gets old.
I miss the once a month (approximately) Friday drinks with coworkers. And I even miss having coffee breaks with my coworkers. Not all of them, but some.
I miss planning trips. It doesn’t make sense since we have no idea when we’re going to feel comfortable going somewhere. We were going to go to Dublin, Islay and Madrid this year. Nope. Nada.
I miss visiting friends.
I’m living where I am now due to moving for uni, and I didn’t make all that much effort to make friends outside of that because I wasn’t planning on staying after the course finished, so there’s no-one around here I can really relax and have fun with. Most of my friends live in a city a few hours drive away, and I’d been going up and staying a few times a year to see everyone and take advantage of all the proper city stuff (ethnic food stores and restaurants, mostly). I could, in theory, drive up there and sit in someone’s garden for a bit for a chat or something, but 5 hours+ of driving -and paying for the fuel for that? That’s not relaxing or fun.
I realised today that I miss using actual physical money. I’m sure this can’t just be a UK thing, but I haven’t used cash (on those fairly rare occasions that I’ve bought something) since the beginning of lockdown - everything is done by card. OK, alright, so I did use cash once - I used a £2 coin when I repaired a bicycle tire - to apply even pressure to a patch, with a table leg used to apply constant force on the patch. (It’s a big coin, bigger than the patch, so it’s useful in making the repair). But that’s it - the only time I have used actual money in months.
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I miss my Dad.
I miss all my kitties who’ve passed away, especially Paris, the black one who left last year. I miss him every day.
I miss going to concerts.
I miss traveling.
I miss living in NYC.