As I wrote previously, our 2007 tax situation was chaotic. It now looks like we will be getting a record refund from the Feds and paying a record amount to the State. Still, that works out in our favor.
Our son J has a separate tax return, but I am stuck on that, He is getting Social Security Disability payments, but we do not yet have the SSA-1099 for him.
While writing this I realized we have a similar situation for our younger son, Tom. We will be contacting their social worker.
A cold weekend–high temperatures not much above 0oF/-18oC. Continue reading
mia_mcdavid is still in Dublin (she flies to Chicago tomorrow) and James is away on a two-night field trip. I think he packed way too much–a metric shitload of stuff, but he went cheerfully and it is not my problem anyway. He and Mia both get back here late Wednesday afternoon.
Of course, I don’t have much time at home, at least while conscious. Work during the day, Irish class tonight, and colgaffneyis dance group tomorrow night.
A major project at work is falling apart. One small, but absolutely critical, piece cannot be made to work. I was fighting this all afternoon, fiddling with computer configurations and exchanging e-mails and phone calls with co-workers. The project is already running late. If it gets postponed again one or both of my October weekends with
will be in jeopardy.
In the middle of this comes an e-mail informing me of a new family problem, asking me to make some inquiries. After doing so and communicating the results (interleaving all of this personal business with my work crisis) I learn this will cost us over $800.
And J has found another way to mismanage his affairs. It is particularly Irritating because it is a new manifestation of something we thought we had beaten.
…. My son James got up for school this morning entirely on his own.
mia_mcdavid and her mother are in the northern Chicago suburbs, staying with a family friend. They fly to Dublin tonight.
I got J up and off to school yesterday and today, without too much whining on his part.
Last night I started a sewing project for my colgaffneyis kit. I had been procrastinating about it for months. Not a big job, but the fitting is fussy.
We might have visitors this weekend. Some old (30+ years) friends were talking about stopping by on their way between South Dakota and Michigan. That was a couple weeks ago, before I went to Colorado, and they have not called back, unless they talked to Mia while I was away. So there may be a van with Michigan plates sitting in my driveway tonight.
mia_mcdavid, James, and I are all going to colgaffneyis camp at the White Oak Rendezvous this weekend. James has missed the last couple Clann events and some of his gear needs work. Mia wants to repair his breeches, and she called me to ask where they were. I replied that they were in a pile of my stuff on top of the bookcase under the window in in our bedroom.
She replied “No, there is nothing there. You cleaned it.” I had in fact cleaned off the top of the book case, and everything else on my side of the bedroom a few weeks ago. However, the piles of stuff had been there so long that they were still fixed in my mental image of the bedroom.
Now I have to remember where I put the breeches. I am sure it seemed like a very logical place at the time :-)>
After I got home mia_mcdavid and I went to colgaffneyis work party to load our newly repaired trailer for the Farmington show this weekend. There were enough people, all in good spirits, so this went well. Just took a while because we had changed how we pack for shows, and twolodge had to rethink how to load the stuff. Since he will be towing the trailer with his truck, he gets to have it loaded just the way he wants :-)>
Afterwards c_nocturnum, her husband, Mia, James, and I went out to dinner at the Bulldog Restaurant a couple miles away. This was a delayed birthday dinner for me. Excellent beer, food, and company. I had a Kobe beef hamburgers (rare) and French fries with Parmesan cheese and truffles. First time I ever had Kobe beef, and it lived up to expectations. Kobe beef and truffles–I was reminded of a line from one of Poul Anderson’s SF stories about Dominic Flandry: “What is the point of living in a decadent age if you don’t know how to enjoy the decadence?”
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