Did our SC Income Taxes this evening and we are getting back about the equivalent of one State Senator’s weekly Post-It Note budget. This will offset a little of what we owe Uncle Sam.
Don’t run, except it. (Jenny Agutter…Mmmm)
Sometimes I think there is something to be said for not living past 30. I’m well past it and sometimes feel much further past it. Today is one of them with just a whole litany of minor ailments that make me want to go lay down and nap to forget about them, but I’m afraid if I do lay down I won’t wake up. I know this is some sort of age thing, because if I was still in my 20’s none of these things would bother me, I’d just shrug them off if I noticed them at all. And I remember watching Letterman a few years back when he was at the age I am now and every night he would complain, in his way, about some minor ailment befalling him. It has got to be some, perhaps a male trait only, age induced hypochondria. I just hope I live through it. 🙂
Can you tell I did my taxes this weekend? Our big mistake was refinancing our house note last December. We paid $2000 less in mortgage interest this year and didn’t compensate for it deduction-wise, so now we owe Uncle Sam about one toilet seat cover for an Air Force cargo plane more than the Staff Sargent’s annual salary he took out already. I have yet to do the state income taxes yet, who knows maybe we’ll owe them a couple of State Trooper nightsticks…
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As I loaded the trunk with the Miata caricature this morning in preparation for taking it to work, my wife asked, “Why don’t you hang it here at home?” I responded with, “Huh?” She said that I could try and hang it here in the “computer” room. So that is where it is now. I pulled the giant map of Guam off the wall and placed it on the exposed nails. It is a little, no a lot, too high, so I guess tomorrow I’ll fill in some holes and drill some more.
Started up, went down, still down.
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Almost took tonight off too. I have fallen into an old habit – mass market mystery novels. Read one yesterday and I’m knee deep into number 2 today. I have my mother-in-law to thank for this, she also reads the same sort of crap and came back from the library with a stack of about a half dozen of ’em. Yesterday’s book was P is for Peril, as Sue Grafton works her way through the alphabet. Today I am reading Strawberry Sunday: A John Marshall Tanner Novel and tomorrow if all goes as planned I will be knee deep in Janet Evanovich’s Hard Eight, while Stephanie Plum is not a PI like the other two protagonists, she is a bounty hunter who gets thrust into a whole mystery solving thing. My favorite of this genre are Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels. Man I wish I was half as tough and half quick with the snappy answers as Spenser is.
Yesterday it rained in the morning, but cleared up later in the day. For the first time in a long time both Donna and I decided we didn’t want to do a Master’s Miata Club event. We went out to lunch (while it was still raining) to check out a place for a possible Club meeting in a town that is halfway between the two “big” towns that members come from. The food was good, but the atmosphere of the place was just so dumpy that we are thinking of other alternatives. When it came time to go out for the MMM…Time we just didn’t feel like it, even though the rain had stopped.
Today was a normal Sunday, the Miata sits. Hibernated all day except for a quick outing for lunch at Moe’s. They have been open here in Aiken for a while but we like to give a new place about a month or so to settle in before trying it. Not bad, but not so good that we will be hurrying back.
Started up, still up.
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Big doings today. It was Donna and my 1/2 day off and we had planned to go for a walk in the woods, but we got rained out. Instead we went out to lunch and then headed over to Michael’s to pick up the framed Miata caricature, before heading home. Looks really cool, but it is going into work on Monday because there is no place where it would fit in at home. When we got back to the house there in the mail was the Share The Road license plate. Now if I could only bring myself to go for a bike ride…
Started down, went up, still up.
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