The penultimate - IRS version
Jan. 31st, 2026 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisToday is January 31 so my last three bits of Shit I Need For Taxes are finally available. Except they aren't the very last. My investment firm has til mid February to get their shit to me but that's just one doc and I can pop it into the CPA's folder when it comes in. So pretty much it is now done and dusted as they say.
So this morning, we are in the pool, playing volleyball when another EMERGENCY emergency emergency announcement came over the loud speakers again. Again, turns out, it was a test and it was not broadcast to the entire complex. They really need to get a grip on this. If/when we ever have a real emergency, no one is going to pay a bit of attention.
But, hey, when they tell you to shelter in place, the pool ain't a bad place to be in!
Sometime yesterday, they put signs on the locker room doors. I rarely ever see staff people in there, and would not think a thing about it but now I am dying to know what in the heck the 'misusing' was all about!
Sometimes, Timber Ridge is so weird.
Jim Across The Hall is still slipping downward and downward. But, he comes to elbow coffee every week. He's throwing out his garbage incorrectly (using a milk crate made to hold bottles instead of the chute) and Bonny's spending hours trying to teach him not to do that. I think she finally realizes it isn't working.
Elbow coffee was ok. I had my arms full when I went down there so didn't shut the door tightly. Biggie turned up in the elbow pretty quickly and settled in but I told him he was not invited and took him home. Probably no one would have minded but if they had they would have been too polite to say so.
The laundry is laundrying. I'm having dinner tonight in the dining room with Jan and Bonny and Jackie - all of whom live up here on this floor. Should be fun.
Martha bought pompoms for the bunny butts. I told her I'd do all the knitting and she's in charge of the rest - butts, neck ribbons, whatever. I think she's kind of tickled to have a bunny job. Here's the bunny bucket as of now.
So this morning, we are in the pool, playing volleyball when another EMERGENCY emergency emergency announcement came over the loud speakers again. Again, turns out, it was a test and it was not broadcast to the entire complex. They really need to get a grip on this. If/when we ever have a real emergency, no one is going to pay a bit of attention.
But, hey, when they tell you to shelter in place, the pool ain't a bad place to be in!
Sometime yesterday, they put signs on the locker room doors. I rarely ever see staff people in there, and would not think a thing about it but now I am dying to know what in the heck the 'misusing' was all about!
Sometimes, Timber Ridge is so weird.
Jim Across The Hall is still slipping downward and downward. But, he comes to elbow coffee every week. He's throwing out his garbage incorrectly (using a milk crate made to hold bottles instead of the chute) and Bonny's spending hours trying to teach him not to do that. I think she finally realizes it isn't working.
Elbow coffee was ok. I had my arms full when I went down there so didn't shut the door tightly. Biggie turned up in the elbow pretty quickly and settled in but I told him he was not invited and took him home. Probably no one would have minded but if they had they would have been too polite to say so.
The laundry is laundrying. I'm having dinner tonight in the dining room with Jan and Bonny and Jackie - all of whom live up here on this floor. Should be fun.
Martha bought pompoms for the bunny butts. I told her I'd do all the knitting and she's in charge of the rest - butts, neck ribbons, whatever. I think she's kind of tickled to have a bunny job. Here's the bunny bucket as of now.
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