delightful

Ha ha!

Into each life some yuck must fall.
Into each life some tax prep must fall. (Unless you're five years old.) Anyway, way to go tackling it.

Me - I'm not doing taxes yet. Tom and I just finished getting our wills done. My next yuck project is figuring out what heater I want to buy. (And shelling out most of our savings for it.)

I started out today with pandemic blahs and managed to pull myself out of it. Got two yuck jobs and a few projects done . So I guess it was a good day.

My writing challenge is making my characters come to life. Sandy is a pretty cool character already, but I think Jody needs a little umph. She's a fraidy cat. With good reason. But there's got to be more to her than just fear. yes, I realize that you don't know who Jody and Sandy are. I'm just thinking - not out loud, but in a post.

May the bird of happiness poop on the tax man. Oh, heck, he's just doing his job. May the bird of happiness poop on someone who really deserves it.

Trueasiteverwas

For the last quite a while, when I don't get around to doing what I intended, I have added "I blame the Electoral College" to the collection.

I have managed to do a step (almost) every day! That is calling my now 90-year old mother in the evening. We had moved up to Washington from Southern California in 2018 because Mom really could use more help than the one local brother could provide. (If I get my posting frequency above once a month I'll go into who "we" are.) Mom has dementia. A half century ago I was not clear on the distinction between dementia and demented. However, she is often sparkling with it and funny dealing with what memory marbles are at hand. Conversations are somewhat recycled -- sometime rerunning in the same week, rarely on the same phone call. But we are both having a good time, and I'm also getting life stories that I hadn't hear before.

Her Dad made it to 101, almost 102, so we may well have quite a lot ahead of us still.


Today is my 65th birthday. I dodged February 29th, 1956 by a few hours -- otherwise I would have much less birthday practice and much more Pirates of Penzance references in my life. I am now sufficiently venerable to get on covid vaccination waiting lists.

For most of my life (so far) from 2nd grade to last year I would usually finish several books a week. Last year there was so much emotional stuff going on that I'd read a few paragraphs of fiction, and have just no capacity to deal with bonus emotion. Writing and other creative doings also nose dived. This year I'm up to several chapters a week.

To be continued.

Lyndon