I like to reflect on the days that were and capture each with a snapshot. It’s a bit like meditation and a little bit like tending to a garden. My hope? Recognize patterns to inspire change inside and outside.
I move with some regularity, but never too far it seems.
I’m a stickler for packing things up. I tend to get all supplies from U-Haul. They have nice boxes, blank newsprint and speciality packaging for dishes and whatnot. I like the file boxes with handles and lids. (You can get these anywhere.) They’re the perfect size for most everything and great for books because boxes can’t get too heavy and overloaded.
I always liked the shape of this particular building. It seems like it won’t be empty for long.
Food got dropped off for the Duvalls. My brother needed a package picked up off his porch. And Casey got a fancy new tv that is thinner than a phone and very large in all other dimensions. I almost had a heart attack trying to get it moved into position that thing was so delicate.
In other news, I don’t think I shall tire of photos inside of a car wash.
I haven’t been able to buy one, which is frankly good on a number of fronts. 1. Money in the bank. 2. It has helped me focus on many other things.
Besides? The games I really want to play aren’t out yet. (I’m looking at you Ratchet & Clank). But it’s nice to scratch the itch and touch someone else’s console… feel the new haptic controllers, see the smooth menus, upgraded graphics, and all the other jazz.
I am also trying to justify the inventory shortage: This is the summer of dancing, not video games.
(But if you have a leg up on a PS5, I will totally dance for you.)
Driving over to the Cintas Center is when the feelings happened — so much gratitude and relief came forth in tears. Reflection of what was lost and what we are still losing.
By the time I entered campus I shifted into ‘get things done’ mode.
The flow of traffic into parking. The queue for registration. The line to get an initial dose of a vaccine. The painless poke. The waiting to ensure there was no bad reaction. The walk back outside with a sense of hope.
This was not the most exciting part of the day however. That honor goes to seeing Jon Flannery for a cool minute. He stopped by with a print and we did a quick catch up while gentle rain fell outside the open garage doors.
I’ll snap a photo of the print soon. It’s fantastic.
The power of chicken sandwiches compel me. I tried McDonald’s version of the gold standard of the Chick-fil-A sandwich. They got really close. Everything from the foil lined package to the simple topping of pickles… It’s a good fried chicken sandwich, in a pinch — especially on Sundays. But the chicken was a little rubbery and weird and the flavor was just a’ight. All a good reminder that one should avoid all fried chicken sandwiches from a drive-thru unless you are really, really, really lazy.
In other news, I walked around Spring Grove because it is spring and I like to have visual reminders of this fact.
Every year the time shifts there is the discussion that we should stop it.
Richard Nixon instituted year-round daylight saving time in 1974 as America was in the midst of an energy crisis. It was very unpopular and repealed a year later. I figure it would meet the same reaction today. It’s just the first week is so. very. annoying.
Unrelated, here’s a view of the Radisson hotel in Covington Kentucky from the vantage of the Taco Bell parking lot where I was having a Chili Cheese burrito:
Across the river in Newport is another one built by PromoWest. It’s almost finished too. It’s been a political clusterfuck and who knows how it will shake down, but hopefully it bodes well for music and entertainment for our community. I’m crossing my fingers.
The days continue largely stacked but also uneventful. Little data to scrape outside of my morning workout with Larry. A couple of meetings and a glorious end to the week.
The most significant thing though? Is that if you’re reading this through an RSS reader, that means I maybe did something right with redirects and my new site is online! Oh, there’s a few bits of polish that still need to be done. I figure it will never really be complete, but at least it’s started to take root out there in the real world.
I’ve finally gotten okay at tax preparation. It only took 49 years.
My system is simple. When I get paid, a third goes into an account I can’t touch. That money gets sent to the IRS quarterly.
I hook my credit card and banking accounts to an online service which I review at the end of each month, correcting categorization and labeling. Whenever I spend money related to the act of doing business I also save a digital copy of the receipt in a folder, in the cloud.
As tax day approaches I pull everything together in a spreadsheet and clump expenses based on self employment categories. My tax preparer is patient with me as we work through it all over the course of an hour. She’s great.