April 15th
I recently read that it would be more accurate to call citizens of the United States "Usonians" than Americans. Usually, we are called "Americans,"
Yesterday I finally finished my taxes and got them submitted electronically. It was quite an experience, as 2013 was the year I had to begin taking RMDs (Required Minimum Distributions) from several investment accounts. I'd used Turbo Tax for last year's taxes and it went very smoothly. Well, 2013's experience has been challenging. I can't say I don't enjoy the process, but I certainly fiddled around with it for weeks; then found myself last weekend with only days left to file on time.
Thursday before "K" day! Yup, this coming Monday will be "K" Day (that's 'knife' day!). In a way I'm kind of looking forward to it. This last prep period has been difficult. Without the help of non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, the arthritis all over my body has been in full force. I've curtailed driving any distance in Petunia, as she doesn't have cruise control; maintaining pressure on the gas pedal becomes a small torture after about 15 or 20 miles. Well, that'll be over soon.
This week I'm cleaning house and getting things done, like grooming for Lacy, that'll have to be put off for awhile.
Thursday before "K" day! Yup, this coming Monday will be "K" Day (that's 'knife' day!). In a way I'm kind of looking forward to it. This last prep period has been difficult. Without the help of non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, the arthritis all over my body has been in full force. I've curtailed driving any distance in Petunia, as she doesn't have cruise control; maintaining pressure on the gas pedal becomes a small torture after about 15 or 20 miles. Well, that'll be over soon.
This week I'm cleaning house and getting things done, like grooming for Lacy, that'll have to be put off for awhile.
I'm going to store Floribunda here on Bob and Judy's ranch while I move into Kari's (daughter) house on Saturday. I'll be chief cook for Easter, my last hurrah before Monday.
Oh, and yesterday was the 53rd birthday of my son, Jeff. OMG, can that be true? When I spoke with him last evening he said his brain just can't take it in; he feels like he's made it into his 30s; but 53? No way! They say that recent memory goes first. So, I can remember very clearly that day in April when Jeff came into my life. I was barely 18 and didn't know too much about life; but, I loved him with all my heart the first time I saw him. He was a 7 pound, 7 ouch bundle of joy; and has become a wonderful man, Usonian, husband, father and friend. Happy Birthday Jeff. May this be the happiest year of your life.