quick report
I have spent two days downtown at the IRS office, trying to get my taxes straightened out. While the people who work there are quite nice and actively interested in getting things to work out without anyone having hysterics, screaming rages, or the like, it was still not my idea of the best way to spend sunny spring days. (Aside: everyone, including IRS people, likes my big straw hat; I may need to get a second one, in another color.)
Apart from that, the household has been dealing with health issues of varying levels of indignity and discomfort, but seems to be back on the path to health; the irises are very tall; the cherry tomatoes don't look as if they plan to do anything, and the second amaryllis plant gave us two blossoms. I don't think either of the other amaryllises plan to do anything this year. (Hmph!)
Oh, and I went to the zoo with Mama Weber and Joe yesterday. Visayan warty pigs are cuter than warthogs, by a considerable margin, and, despite all reasons, the ducks have returned to the lion enclosure. Apparently, every year one or two ducks decides that that's the perfect place to raise ducklings. the lions like duck appetizers... so I guess it works out.
(More later: i got up at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the IRS office today, as they suggested, and am feeling a bit frayed around the edges.)
Apart from that, the household has been dealing with health issues of varying levels of indignity and discomfort, but seems to be back on the path to health; the irises are very tall; the cherry tomatoes don't look as if they plan to do anything, and the second amaryllis plant gave us two blossoms. I don't think either of the other amaryllises plan to do anything this year. (Hmph!)
Oh, and I went to the zoo with Mama Weber and Joe yesterday. Visayan warty pigs are cuter than warthogs, by a considerable margin, and, despite all reasons, the ducks have returned to the lion enclosure. Apparently, every year one or two ducks decides that that's the perfect place to raise ducklings. the lions like duck appetizers... so I guess it works out.
(More later: i got up at the ass-crack of dawn to get to the IRS office today, as they suggested, and am feeling a bit frayed around the edges.)