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MLK Day happiness
Jan. 20th, 2020 03:13 pmI had the day off today, and a good night's sleep last night. Circumflatulation etc. ensued.
Le sigh: I talked with Good Sister. She still doesn't know the status of our attempt to get Mom's house away from the reverse mortgage company, and she dreads explaining the situation (again?) to Mom. This means that I can't spend any tax return money that I get this year until further notice. I guess I'm going to accrue some interest.
Good: The idiot light in my car is most likely the result of the Wendling's failure to screw the gas cap on tightly enough, according to the distractingly attractive young lady at the Toyota dealership who met me at the door to their garage. Instead of chilling there all afternoon as I expected, I hit the nearby used rekkid store.
Aw, yeah: I pulled the trigger on buying a plane ticket to London. I'll be there April 9-22. I've been warned that I won't want to come home. I'm hoping I get to meet some of the trans women I've typed at on the Bird Site.
Not anticipation: I have all my W-2s, I think. I've printed out my 1040 & Schedule 1. That's right: time to do my taxes.
Anticipation: There shall be Neapolitan pizza with salad and beer this evening, courtesy of my son. He insisted on buying because I never told him what I wanted for my birthday. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything aside from that pizza. And a round-trip plane ticket to London.
Oh, and about the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.: We queers owe him a huge debt that we must not forget*. He showed us the way, and that way involved getting in trouble and pissing people off. Fun fact, gleaned from KEXP: Stevie Wonder did a song called "Happy Birthday" that's about MLK. Wonder helped lead the campaign to get MLK Day made into a national holiday.
*You want to repay that debt? The closest you'll ever come is actively fighting racism.
Le sigh: I talked with Good Sister. She still doesn't know the status of our attempt to get Mom's house away from the reverse mortgage company, and she dreads explaining the situation (again?) to Mom. This means that I can't spend any tax return money that I get this year until further notice. I guess I'm going to accrue some interest.
Good: The idiot light in my car is most likely the result of the Wendling's failure to screw the gas cap on tightly enough, according to the distractingly attractive young lady at the Toyota dealership who met me at the door to their garage. Instead of chilling there all afternoon as I expected, I hit the nearby used rekkid store.
Aw, yeah: I pulled the trigger on buying a plane ticket to London. I'll be there April 9-22. I've been warned that I won't want to come home. I'm hoping I get to meet some of the trans women I've typed at on the Bird Site.
Not anticipation: I have all my W-2s, I think. I've printed out my 1040 & Schedule 1. That's right: time to do my taxes.
Anticipation: There shall be Neapolitan pizza with salad and beer this evening, courtesy of my son. He insisted on buying because I never told him what I wanted for my birthday. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything aside from that pizza. And a round-trip plane ticket to London.
Oh, and about the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.: We queers owe him a huge debt that we must not forget*. He showed us the way, and that way involved getting in trouble and pissing people off. Fun fact, gleaned from KEXP: Stevie Wonder did a song called "Happy Birthday" that's about MLK. Wonder helped lead the campaign to get MLK Day made into a national holiday.
*You want to repay that debt? The closest you'll ever come is actively fighting racism.
