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waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting bc this was the 1st yr we had pros do our taxes, so of course they got snafued. i got a paper months & months back stating i had to confirm my identity but assumed it was a scam. then the $$ never came. never came. never came. so finally i followed up. the paper was legit. so i paid a bunch of dough for someone else to do my taxes for once & this happens. then they kept refusing the pix i sent bc my phone & home pc are cheapo & have poor camera quality. so now i´ve been waiting all morn to confirm i am who i am. finally getting to it, in other words. itś cold & the wind has been blowing like a banshee since yesterday. in the time i´ve waited i made a casserole, ate breakfast, at lunch, did the dishes, researched & finally ordered a shed, paid some bills, played a dumb video game, surfed the net, read an article about the stratification of society, watched videos of steven bauer interviews bc became obsessed w/him playing the moussad agent avi on the show ray donovan... found out ronnie spector passed which made me think of art fein & wonder how he´s doing? anyways, life passes by, doesn´t it, speeds by, flashes by... heading to tx in a few days to support my dearest cousin, whose husband the old bull rider, my friend jerry who believed in the creation museum & told dry nice little jokes, passed due to covid pneumonia. then my dear cousin thomas (her son, the sumo-sized boy of my heart) lost his horse general whom he´s had since age 5. so i will go to represent the entire family. and when i get home, the shed will be here. twiddle twiddle twiddle... down to the last 20 mins of waiting for irs video call... what else is new... oh; we recorded this the other night to celebrate the 12 yr anniversary of the night we met. here you go. https://www.facebook.com/100004546745776/videos/222701810045776/

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itś a bit cold here in the house, but so pleasant compared to recent icy conditions. mom & dad came to visit yesterday, so we went out the beautiful 138 and 3 points road to the old rock inn, where we think there could be a kick-a*S music fest someday when covid has left the bldg. what a nice time it was. yesterday was the day i learnt my husband longś wanted to be a land owner, ¨like les & willie,¨ his irish people of decades back, so we might look at some little rural properties today or tomorrow. life is very different than when i met my man. today is the elvis show, now with a new host, & thatś where i first met james in da flesh 12 years ago. 12 years!!! he is snoring away in the other room right now & life is pretty good. i got back on my happy pills, having stopped them in oct, thinking i could do w/o them, but then drenched, drowning, suffocating in thoughts of head in oven, hanging by a rope, pill od, dear stacy´s gunshot suicide, just horrible thoughts i knew were not mine but the chemical imbalance talking, it was time get back on the damned things... such thoughts are so unnatural, it must be a medical condition, so iḿ not stupid, i will treat my illness, & therefore this is how it will be, in per-pe-too-i-tee. a flock of birds just flapped across the beautiful sky, the catś licking his parts in the window box before my eyes, the dog is snoring away, too, but no, here she comes: must smell food. itś a good life. itś a passing fancy. it´s right now, but soon gone. last week i didn´t get to go to work at all bc of a bad covid home test so it was kind of a lost week, laborare interruptus or whatever, but now i will be back on monday & my thoughts have been of should i keep going at education? should i quit & go back to music? what should i and we do? i´ve been obsessing about our house, trying to get a shed or container here on the upper driveway, selling antoine the trailer tiny home, keep paddling, keep paddling, don´t sink... i just made a band logo for what we are renaming the combo. i will place that here. we are getting old but we don´t have to get soft. we are not lux & ivy, but they were great models of staying cool, weren´t they? i think iĺl go put on my jacket.