this morn as i showered, i contemplated how to renovate the bathroom & then, as i felt my crooked teeth (kids, always wear your retainers!), i started wondering what my skeleton looks like. i'm sure you know that not a one is the same, especially when it come to the human skull. is there a way i could see my skeleton without having to become a millionaire first in order to afford expensive & unnecessary x-rays?long ago i recall seeing an x-ray of my skull; i must've been living in bakersfield, where i had chronic head illness & pain & doctor visits. i wish i could've kept that thing. i believe i slipped the x-ray out of its over-sized envelope & took a peek as i transported it from one dr office to another...
all this digression & procrastination means one thing: today is the deadline for me to prepare our taxes.
when i've prepared taxes, i've always done it on time, being unbrave or less foolhardy than aunty rita & uncle henry were. (he was a millionaire, but didn't pay for over 10 years. she never paid. screw them!! was their attitude... and when they DID have to pay, hoo-boy, they loudly complained! it became family lore!)
in 2017, i saved every one of our receipts, having in 2017 just prepared our turbotax & seen that you can deduct state sales tax from every single purchase... and this really appealed to my felix unger or ocd-leaning side... but this just meant that come april 2018, immersed in teaching & Life, we had this ginormous sack, a looming mountain, of unsorted receipts. so i filed for an extension.
anyways, so now i'm conducting an experiment on which is the best new orleans chicory coffee, having ordered online union (local version of community, i read); luzianne; and cdm. so far, union is winning, though luzianne's instant coffee is the best i've ever had... and let's see; what else: my hip pain has subsided finally, after months, due to yoga, so i guess it's time for me to fall down or get knocked down & become injured again... and let's see: we had a gig friday night, a real dud (not our part; the band kicked ass, & henry carvajal subbed on guitar) at a place that could be a hopping music venue in downtown pasadena but instead is just a crappy dud, but james & me, we had lots of fun on the rides over & back... and let's see...
i'm drawing a blank now...
that means...
arrrgggghhh!!
taxes!!!!!
