We have quite a number of things to go over this morning – some routine, some not.

Sunday morning, Ure’s was up at 3:45 AM – unable to sleep – so I finished up our taxes and got them filed.  I also got the year’s “tax box” done.

The year’s “tax box?”

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Lots of people are sort of haphazard when it comes to taxes.  They make a good effort, but when it’s finally all done, they tend to throw it all in a big manila envelope and pray it all works out as filed.

Fine – and nothing wrong with that approach.  But, like everything else, I get a little…er….retentive about such details.

During the year, everything that comes in goes into a receipts drawer in the office.  On the way there?  Everything makes a pass through the scanner.

Several years ago, we picked up a dandy Fujitsu ScanSnap ($420, Amazon, Fujitsu ScanSnap iX500 Color Duplex Desk Scanner for Mac and PC) and since it has file organizing built-in, it’s easy to scan everything (does both sides in one pass) and drag it into the right folders.  Here for Texas Sales Tax, there for satellite internet, over to this one for office supplies, software invoices go here…and so on.

Each year’s tax work is done in a series of spreadsheets.  Income goes here, brokerage accounts download into TurboTax and do some of the ugly parts of tax time (like wash sales, loss carryforwards if any, and such not).

When it’s finally all done, the tax box is assembled.  In it?

The bottom 3/4th’s of it is all those invoices and statements from the documents drawer.

On top of that is a copy of the worksheets printed from the spreadsheets.

Then  there are three disks.

One of them is all the tax files and statements (bank, credit cards, etc).  There’s also a copy #2 of that.  And, just in case, there is a DVD with all the .PDF scans of everything.  It’s a nice piece of work.

Not over yet.  There’s also a SDHC card and a USB thumb drive (16gbs are cheap on both) so they go into an envelope as well.

No, I don’t think CD/DVD drives are going away any time soon, but with the multiple sets of media…well, seven years (or whatever the limit is) that could be an issue.

Just two stops to go before done:  First is to my “shipping desk” in the shop.  Here, the labels  (2017 IRS – SAVE) go on all conceivable surfaces of the box to prevent it from being accidentally tossed.

Then it goes to its “final resting place” – the storage room off to the side of the other freezer, stored food, and household what-nots (Hmmm…some ham radio gear, too!).  It joins a nice collection of similar boxes from previous tax years.

At the end of it all?  Some sense of relief.  Done for another year.

But What About Getting Up Early?


Yeah…normally 3:45 ain’t my thing (and sure as hell isn’t Elaine’s, lol) but while cogitating my tax day ahead, it occurred to me that N EXT WEEKEND IS DAILY SAVINGS TIME.

When we “spring ahead” – 3:45 AM is just getting up at quarter to five.

Happens that’s also a detestable hour.

Point is, my body is making the shift already.  If you want to start going to bed a bit earlier this week, it may ease the time shock of a week from now.

Travel Week, Too

Elaine and I are going up to the big casino in Thackerville, OK to see Johnny Mathis with friends this coming weekend.  Not that you’d give a rip, except for a few fine points:

  1. Peoplenomics next weekend will consist solely of the chart section.
  2. Friday morning’s report) and next Monday, too, may be somewhat truncated.
  3. Panama Bates will be holding down the fort. Gotta put fresh targets up on the gun range.

Grooming Note

Since I’m “going off the farm” it’s time to polish my “dress” shoes.  Something that hasn’t been done in a while.

Last week, while going through the shopping list in town (light fixture, UHD hydraulic fluid, prescription, bank run, yada, yada… it occurred to me that the way the world has “gone slob” even polishing shoes is overkill on the “business casual” dress code these days.

Once upon a time, farmers were always wearing rubber boots out here in the Outback, or highly polished cowboy boots.

Here lately, it’s mostly tennis shoes (I do Sketchers with velcro not laces).  Sometimes comfort wins.  Working where there might be snakes, boots still make sense…but deemphasized as a fashion statement.

Another “War Marker”

Timing the end of the world, are we?  Not from Chris Tyreman up at www.thechronicleproject.org was interesting:

“As proclaimed by Dr. Mohammed Ibrahim Maadi, in the Friday sermon on Palestinian TV, (June 8, 2001):

And then in the Friday sermon on Palestinian TV (May 4, 2001):

“…In our holy books [it is written] that when a state for the Jews is established in Palestine, it will not last more than 67 years. In other words — the year 2022. And I beg Allah to bring an end to the country of the oppressor in America, and the country of the oppressor Israel in Palestine, by that date… Therefore, it is our hope that this oppressive country [Israel] will be terminated, as in the words of Allah…”

Okay, so here is the war.  If the Muslims don’t wipe out Israel by 2022, the Koran is false.  Koran can’t be false ergo, Holy War time.

Thought that might interest you.”

Well, um, not so much on Monday.  Now, if it was going to be on Friday and might screw up the weekend, well, yeah, then I’d be bothered.

2022 is four years out – and by then I’d be 73.  Someone said “we’re only promised four-score years” and since a score is 20, that’d give us 7-years of tribulations after the start of the final conflict.  Nice.  Future’s so bright, gotta wear a hazmat suit.

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Timely first-hand report given that’s our big event next weekend.

Feel gypped that we won’t get all the sleep time we paid for…but somehow the casino hotel probably won’t care.

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