Oh! Am I Still Here?

[copied from dland]

Sometimes I lose track.

Once again, I had a pretty good day, which leads me to believe that I really will enjoy retirement, when the time comes. Let's see. I walked away some pounds this morning; I've really got to try to do that every day, because, you know, the newest true information about health says that every woman is at risk for heart disease, and what you've got to do is 30 minutes of aerobic exercise a day, and take an aspirin every day if your doctor says to, and god knows what else, stand on one leg on your front lawn and swing a dead chicken in a paper bag and howl at the moon. The real truth is that everyone is going to die from something, and if you live long enough, it will be your heart giving out. Cynicism aside, I am at risk for heart disease thanks to all the people who loved me in previous generations, and that's the way it is, and walking away some pounds every day isn't going to kill me.

Where was I?

I made Sweet Potato and Split Pea soup in the crockpot, but I omitted some of the water because I like things like that to be thick, so it's kind of a cross between a soup and a stew. Not bad, not bad. I'll take some for lunch tomorrow, too, since it seems I have no choice but to go back to work, seeing as how today was the last day of vacation.

I also went to the accountant, so that's done, more or less. This is going to sound like a giant duh, but my accountant is boring. The woman who used to own this accounting practice was a dynamo, a real powerhouse and a fantastic person. When she retired, her daughter took over, and she was like a cuter, more petite version of her amazing mother. (Who had been widowed young, and raised two children and built a successful business and became a community leader, etc.) Anyway, they moved on to bigger and better things about eight years ago and sold the accounting part of the business to this schleimel. He's nice enough, but a low talker -- I just love that -- and he seems to be permanently depressed. Let's just hope he got it right.

When I came home, having asked a question or two, I did K's taxes, which are very simple. Uh ... wait. The federal taxes were very simple, very clear directions. Who ever thought you'd hear someone say that? But the state taxes ... oy. Awful. Ridiculous forms, useless directions. I think I got it, though. And the state of New Jersey owes her a refund. of $4.00.

The handyman did not come and put in the door today; he called and said that the paint wasn't dry, so he's coming tomorrow after school. The hearing aids are definitely delayed, and I made a new appointment for March 7. (quack.) In the meantime, a water main broke in front of my next-door neighbor's house, which prompted him to speak to me for the second time ever; he doesn't even sound unfriendly or weird, I guess I'm just not on his radar. So they were digging up the street in front of his driveway, but we're fine. Funny how that works out.

No other news. Man, I love days off.


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