Angela Tennant’s generosity inspired several hours of knitting-to-go here this afternoon. Note that Angela didn’t get an email notifying her of her win, no time to think what the right thing to do might be, she got a phone call out of the blue from the CEO of XRX and she just instantly offered the gift of the famous afghan to Sue, straight from the heart. There is a Jewish proverb that says he who saves one person saves the whole world. Yes!
I’d needed that bit of bliss as fortification before the fray.
I’d started before my flu bout and my inner child was whining, Aren’t we *there* yet?
So. Turbotax wanted to know how many weeks of the year my daycare operated under the name “book royalty.” Whoa, back up, what wrong click was that? Daycare? You insist it’s in a rental? I should state the oil revenue from it? Riiight. Okay, have to hit just the right pop-up box here and not there–got it, at last! Book it, Dano.
And now my printer is wishing me many happy returns of the day. (I’m DONE!!!) I finally don’t have to feel like that pointy-faced squirrel I’ve named Ratnose. It kept jumping at the feeder from the redwood awning pole (and it was chewing on the pole, too–this will not do), so a few days ago I covered its leaping-off point with aluminum foil and, on second thought, sprayed it with Pam.
I picked up my needles and kept an eye out.
E-YOW! Sliiiiiiide *whoosh!*
Hey, that was fun, can we do it again?