April 2006 Ends

Sun 23 Apr
My first free weekend rained out any plans for outdoor work of cutting grass, planting gardens, or fixing anything. Today I went to Home Deopot for a new slip nut and washer. The old one under the washtub was corroded. I even used new cement. I also bought cement for the fenceposts. One is loose on the southwestern side.
My boss took over the closed filing system. I forced the decision on Friday. now I must get the dictated details. Of course, my usual antagonist was contrarian to my suggestions.

The sun is finally coming out. The trees are burgeoning, and my lilac bush is blooming. Because we are a little farther south, the lilacs usually bloom in April, rather than the traditional May in New England.

Of course, I have three months' worth of work backed up. I didn't expect to get it all done this weekend, but I did expect to get more done than I have. Fortunately, I'll have most of the evenings to nibble at the accumulation this week..

The real work now involves what I'm going to do on the offseason, the next nine months. Last year, I took as many courses as I could for Block. All that did was to raise my ranking. I will decide as I clean up my backlog.

I bought "Borokeback Mountain" on disc the day it came out. To slap the religious reich, I bought it at Wal-Mart. which is where they wanted it stopped. I've watched it several time in French with subtitiles. I still can't catch all the words with the help of reading it in French as I hear it.
After over thirty years of language learning, I'd think I finally picked it up."Brokeback Mountain" also has Spanish subtitiles, but it doesn't have the dubbing. Unfortunately none of these movies are available in German, which remains my second best foreign language.
I think once I master how to learn languages, everything else would be easier to learn. History remains a part of my passion as well. I still have visions of using some of my talents elsewhere. I also envision writing my autobiography someday. Oh, well, let's see what grows this spring.

Fri 28 Apr
I dreamed I was looking for another job, and they found out about it. Otherwise, I awoke without a conclusion. It's the opposite of the realization of the unsavory position I've dropped over the past decade.
I checked the thirtyseventh chapter of Morrision and Boyd, then I looked in the notebook. Apparently my class did get as far as the example of chymotrypsin as the connection between organic chemistry and biological chemistry.

Mid April 2006

Thu 13 Apr
This final week of tax season has been challenging. Tuesday night I tried to get some laundry done, and I found the source of the water from last weekend. The connection of the pipe out of the washtub came loose. I recemented the joint and placed a can of turpentine under the trap to hold it in place. I still must bring the rugs beack in, once I determine the joint is in place.
Last night at Block, the power went off right before eight, and I left around 8:15. I had one client to cover it.
Once I arrived home, I found the house without power but with telephone. I'd thought it was strange that it seemed we were the only ones without power. When I went to bed, I noticed my clockradio had gone off just past four.
Therefore, I went downstairs to the circuit box. Apparently our switch was off, and all I had to do was to click it back on. Apparently power problems were plentiful this Passover.
Only 23 1/2 hours remain as the final weekend of tax season approaches. Then comes the hard work of deciding action during the offseason I have been diappointed this season, but the lack follows my actions. Once again, I fell into a useless routine.

Fri 14 Apr
I've had two clients tonight -- the second one was an express filer, and my first one ever. Otherwise, it appears to be a slow night. I have yet another reject, so now wer have two to tame. Once again, it's the problem of the taxpayer!
This morining we went to PathMark and Dollar Tree. Then I went alone to my workplace to pick up my decorations. and another return.

Sat 15 Apr
Last night Block was rather quiet, and the trend continues today. I have just about finished the other return, except for rewriting it and placing it in envelopes. Already I have broken even today, so the next eight hours all run me ahead. I still have two clients who have not filed their rejected returns!
There are a few ideas I've run around my head. One I keep having shows an image of my living in an upstairs apartment -- perhaps the one I made in Paris -- but I have the feeling as if I'm in eighth grade and still on that mental plane. I am independently wealthy, and all I do all day is study, with no mention of a paper route.
Superimposed upon everything remains the question of what I am going to do during the offseason. Should I pursue writing, enrolled agent, cpa, or something from correspondence? How do I pursue real estate investing?

We had hogies for the middle part of the day, so I'm taking the strawberries and the broccoli back home. My primary goal over the next week should be to regain the mental ability I'd had thirtyfive years ago. Moreover, i should worry how to put the knowledge into play practically.

Mid April 2006

Thu 13 Apr
This final week of tax season has been challenging. Tuesday night I tried to get some laundry done, and I found the source of the water from last weekend. The connection of the pipe out of the washtub came loose. I recemented the joint and placed a can of turpentine under the trap to hold it in place. I still must bring the rugs beack in, once I determine the joint is in place.
Last night at Block, the power went off right before eight, and I left around 8:15. I had one client to cover it.
Once I arrived home, I found the house without power but with telephone. I'd thought it was strange that it seemed we were the only ones without power. When I went to bed, I noticed my clockradio had gone off just past four.
Therefore, I went downstairs to the circuit box. Apparently our switch was off, and all I had to do was to click it back on. Apparently power problems were plentiful this Passover.
Only 23 1/2 hours remain as the final weekend of tax season approaches. Then comes the hard work of deciding action during the offseason I have been diappointed this season, but the lack follows my actions. Once again, I fell into a useless routine.

Fri 14 Apr
I've had two clients tonight -- the second one was an express filer, and my first one ever. Otherwise, it appears to be a slow night. I have yet another reject, so now wer have two to tame. Once again, it's the problem of the taxpayer!
This morining we went to PathMark and Dollar Tree. Then I went alone to my workplace to pick up my decorations. and another return.

Sat 15 Apr
Last night Block was rather quiet, and the trend continues today. I have just about finished the other return, except for rewriting it and placing it in envelopes. Already I have broken even today, so the next eight hours all run me ahead. I still have two clients who have not filed their rejected returns!
There are a few ideas I've run around my head. One I keep having shows an image of my living in an upstairs apartment -- perhaps the one I made in Paris -- but I have the feeling as if I'm in eighth grade and still on that mental plane. I am independently wealthy, and all I do all day is study, with no mention of a paper route.
Superimposed upon everything remains the question of what I am going to do during the offseason. Should I pursue writing, enrolled agent, cpa, or something from correspondence? How do I pursue real estate investing?

We had hogies for the middle part of the day, so I'm taking the strawberries and the broccoli back home. My primary goal over the next week should be to regain the mental ability I'd had thirtyfive years ago. Moreover, i should worry how to put the knowledge into play practically.

Spring Arrives 2006

Tue 21 Mar
Winter stubbornly hangs on, because it was cold and windy today, relatively toward the regular weather in March. Although I had off last night, I didn't really do much outside of retiring early. -- for unknown reasons I was tired most of the day. I have only four weeks left in tax season, and soon it'll be time to prepare for it.
One of our longtime employes left this week, which serves as another notice I should be doing the same. Otherwise the routine continues its way. Meanwhile I learned someone who took the mail down on Friday couldn't handle the job.

Fri 24 Mar
The neurologist did little outside of confirming no organic causes. I did bring up driving which he confirmed that Mom should not do so. So nothing changed, and we'd like to keep it so.

Sat 25 Mar
I have finished reading all of GA vs Randolph, and I agree with the majority. If the police ask permission to come into a dwelling and there is disagreement, then the police may not, absent a warrant or probable cause with exigence. The next thing would be to find out if the conflicting interests each have capacity.
Roberts claims that the ruling obscures the rules Actually the decision clarifies the rule of consent to the police while minimizing the opportunity for coercion.

Sat 1 April
It will be eleven years when this pattern returns in 2017. I thought of several previous ones, although 1972 seems to be the most persistent, probably because Easter was 2 April. The next time Easter will be on 2 April is in 2051.
In 1967, I tried some traps for April Fools' Day around the house. In 1972, I walked -- after delivering newspapers -- to a local pharmacy -- to buy the New York Daily News and to read about the baseball strike. I used to buy it and two candy bars for 35 cents. In 1978, I was visting relatives here, never realizing that one day I'd be living here. I bought "Londontown" by Paul McCartney and Wings. I don't remember anything about the next three Saturdays for 1 April -- 1989, 1995, and 2000. I suppose one round of memories is enough.
This week the post on the gate and my brother's wheelchair were repaired, so we went to PathMark this morning. For the first time in four weeks, I didn't take off any of the Thursdays for appointments.

Wed 5 Apr
When I came home last night, Mom informed me that we have two appointments on Thursday. On the way home, I defied the American Taliban and went to WalMart to buy "Brokeback Mountain". I spent the evening watching it in English, after attempting the French version. This morning I tired the French version again. My ear isn't quite tunned into the language

Fri 7 Apr
Despite having more time by taking off the first job, I still did not get much done. We had a slight problem yesterday morning trying to get to the oncologist because I'd thought the oncologist was where the cardiologist is in Yardley. Anyway, we reachied there in time, then we went to PathMark. I think I'll take Good Friday off to get ready for Easter around the second job.

The pressure increases, for at Franklin Mills, we lost a preparer to Houston temporarily, and the other one is ill. It's simply bad timing, and I certainly won't mention it to the other job that I'm taking off Good Friday.
Our other appointment didn't come in at 2 AM, so I don't know what happened, but I cleaned out gutters and cleaned the livingroom. Clumps of grass and sowing the garden demand attention. I long for the end of tax season in ten days.
Norton the lobster makes his début today as the warehouse near Boston opens. In June, Tommy Hilfiger will come to my main firm, along with Oxford Golf.

Sat 8 Apr
Surprisingly we're not so busy this second-last Saturday of tax season. It's quiet as we approach a rainy midafternoon.
David Wright has a blog, and I wrote a comment in it. He was born in December 1982, and it seems he's starting to blossom as a player. Meanwhile, I'm trying to get thought Brokeback Mountain, version française
It was seventeen years ago that the Astronomy Club presented the observatories, and the planetarium on the fifth floor of Davy Lab. Right now Saturn, which Patrick Moore's "The Sky at Night" focused on in March, is in Cancer, near Praesepe. The first-quarter moon passed it this week. I saw it on Wednesday night.

It was a score ago today when i first met Keith. A flood of memories accompany such an event. I learned much that space of two weeks, yet it kept giving me more long after tjhe events. I suppose it run with the experience of life. Would I ever had thought that my initial encounters that week wouod change my perceptions, and those same perceptions would change with new experiences of Matthew Wayne Shepard and Brokeback Mountain. I suppose I grew up too fast and matured too slowly. I'm probably a score behind just because of my naïveté and innocence.