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several unrelated thoughts
Feb. 20th, 2007 09:52 pmI have finally (as in all the relevant stuff has been sitting in a pile that rotates from floor to chair to sofa to desk to cedar chest top depending on where I need it not to be at any given moment for weeks now) done my taxes. Turbo-tax wants me to have a far more complicated life than I do.
The rest of the house smells foully of burnt grease (not the food sort) from my father's attempt to make the flue in the fireplace work properly. I am very very glad my door blocks most air dispersal, and is almost always closed.
It is finally raining. My car will appreciate it; the poor thing needed a bath desperately. Why is it the highway departments around here seem to regard salt as not only a wonder-drug of which more is always better, but an apparent substitute for actually ploughing the snow?
The rest of the house smells foully of burnt grease (not the food sort) from my father's attempt to make the flue in the fireplace work properly. I am very very glad my door blocks most air dispersal, and is almost always closed.
It is finally raining. My car will appreciate it; the poor thing needed a bath desperately. Why is it the highway departments around here seem to regard salt as not only a wonder-drug of which more is always better, but an apparent substitute for actually ploughing the snow?