First, thank you for welcoming my sister to my blog last week. She said the post was her fifteen minutes of fame. I disagreed. I think she's far more lauded for the long and successful career from which she retired recently.
Now on to the taxes. Yes, I finished. Yes, I shall receive a small refund. I hoped for more. I thought that a major home improvement (my new roof) was deductible. However, the IRS does not smile upon a new roof unless it is a particular kind of roof with the blessing of Energy Star, and even then the IRS kind of smirks for thirty seconds before returning to its 🙍.
Still, I don't owe any money so things could always be worse.
Our little family misses Willy Dunne Wooters, who is sick and tired––literally. He has a bad cold and has to work six days a week for an indefinite period of time. The last time he was here, though, we started watching season one of Girls on HBO On Demand. I'm sure Girls isn't everyone's cup of opium pods, but it has the kind of quirky humor that works for us.
When the Wooters man feels better, I look forward to more Girls and more Willy.
Where were we? I feel a little hot and bothered now.
Oh, yes. The next subject is postcards. I follow Joanne Noragon at Cup On The Bus. Joanne is major league. She's a woman who took on the task of raising three grandchildren. Only Laura remains with her now. I love it when Joanne writes about Laura's activities because Laura's interests remind me of my daughter.
Joanne is a devoted grandmother, employee, blogger, and all-around-good person. She suggested not long ago that sending postcards to our senators, representatives, and other folks in government is even more worthwhile than signing online petitions.
I decided to follow more than Joanne's blog. I followed her lead with the purchase of postcards. Then I thanked Elizabeth "Nevertheless, she persisted" Warren. I reminded my senators, representative, and anyone else involved that I need my Affordable Care Act insurance. Without it, I'm on my own.
I've protested Cabinet nominations. I've asked that the people who represent me behave as if they represent me and the other people who voted for Hilary Clinton because we are in the majority, and no, potus, that didn't happen because of voting by illegal aliens. When you were elected, all the illegal aliens hopped back on the mother ship and went home to Venus or whatever planet they called home because they didn't want to read your tweets.
I've written to folks in our government about alternative facts and the Bowling Green massacree (misspelling intentional just as the accusation that the media didn't cover the massacree is intentional). Kellyanne Conway said it was a mistake; she misspoke.
But she said it more than once, along with other alternative facts that are repeated.
Thanks to Joanne, writing and mailing postcards has become part of my life, but I'll continue to sign online petitions, too.
I'm also in touch with Rita of SoulComfort's Corner. She's had the first of her eye surgeries. It's difficult for her to read and write online, but at least she can watch TV to pass the time. Rita hangs in there with good spirits and aplomb. Please remember her in your prayers or send good thoughts to her through whatever universe your mother ship flies.
Infinities of love,
P.S. Supposedly, one-third of Americans do not know that the Affordable Care Act and Obama Care are the same thing. That frightens me.
Now, let's lighten up!
|I'm a violator!|
Tow me to my $50, please.