Monday, February 29, 2016

Leap Day, bird watching, and a color scheme

Jacob, distracted from his book, by
the birds overhead
I seem to forget every four years that Leap Day is a big deal. I read posts today from people who were going to make it a day for good deeds (applaud that one) and folks who were going to count it as an extra free day with no obligation to work. I fit into the latter category, because I did a lot of this and that and not much else today. Cleaned up odds and ends on my desk, which included going through three cooking magazines to be sure I had culled all the recipes I wanted. Also tried to deal with my late cousin’s estate—almost two years after her death I find she owes 2015 taxes on $228. Long story. I have written to a CPA in Canada because I know zilch about filing a Canadian income tax…and I doubt my accountant wants to take it on.
Jacob took his book out on the deck to read this afternoon—a book he’s really liking about a boy with a disfigured face. But he was distracted by the birds—from his description I suspect they were crows. No wonder my deck table needs cleaning so badly.
For those of you who’ve seen the cover of The Gilded Cage on the net, I discovered something horrible today—it doesn’t say Gilded; it says Guilded. Yikes. Trying to repair damage now, but I guess since no one else has mentioned it, it’s not a huge catastrophe.
The weaving that will set the cottage color scheme.
Uncle Bob would be so pleased if he were here.
Almost every weekday afternoon Jordan and I plot and plan about our upcoming moves…and the focus of her attention is on getting my cottage arranged to my satisfaction. Tonight we resolved on a color scheme that will go with the rug I want to take. I have put off having a badly worn couch and wing chair (my mom’s) reupholstered because I was unsure of fabric. So now that’s solved. And Jordan figured out that the colors were perfectly picked up by a weaving done by a late and dear friend. A productive day.
Tonight, serious reading.
 









 
 
I seem to forget every four years that Leap Day is a big deal. I read posts today from people who were going to make it a day for good deeds (applaud that one) and folks who were going to count it as an extra free day with no obligation to work. I fit into the latter category, because I did a lot of this and that and not much else today. Cleaned up odds and ends on my desk, which included going through three cooking magazines to be sure I had culled all the recipes I wanted. Also tried to deal with my late cousin’s estate—almost two years after her death I find she owes 2015 taxes on $228. Long story. I have written to a CPA in Canada because I know zilch about filing a Canadian income tax…and I doubt my accountant wants to take it on.

Jacob took his book out on the deck to read this afternoon—a book he’s really liking about a boy with a disfigured face. But he was distracted by the birds—from his description I suspect they were crows. No wonder my deck table needs cleaning so badly.

For those of you who’ve seen the cover of The Gilded Cage on the net, I discovered something horrible today—it doesn’t say Gilded; it says Guilded. Yikes. Trying to repair damage now, but I guess since no one else has mentioned it, it’s not a huge catastrophe.

Almost every weekday afternoon Jordan and I plot and plan about our upcoming moves…and the focus of her attention is on getting my cottage arranged to my satisfaction. Tonight we resolved on a color scheme that will go with the rug I want to take. I have put off having a badly worn couch and wing chair (my mom’s) reupholstered because I was unsure of fabric. So now that’s solved. And Jordan figured out that the colors were perfectly picked up by a weaving done by a late and dear friend. A productive day.

Tonight, serious reading.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ok...it's leap year not Groundhog Day (I don't know why you repeated yourself). The Canadian are a lovely people, who live in a pseudo socialistic society, and I guess part of that includes trying to collect taxes from everyone-even the departed.
I would send Colin and a close friend of his, who may have in the past visited lovely Winnipeg, this friend may know how to get around the surly Canadians and would love nothing more than to introduce Colin to the Fort Gerry hotel (separate rooms of course, as I get older I do not play well with others in close quarters)

Judy Alter said...

I have no idea why the column repeated itself--nor how Groundhog Day got into the discussion. I am part Canadian by heritage and had a whole lot of Canadian relatives when I was a kid. I know they're lovely people, and after settling a Canadian estate, I know their laws are a lot different. Cheaper to hire a CPA via email than to send Colin to Winnipeg (had relatives there too). Who is his close friend who's been there? Besides this matter has to be settled in Toronto.