Quite a number of years ago, Tax Day was March 15 tying in quite well with the Shakespearean quote “Beware the Ides of March.” Then it got moved to April. And still – even with an “extra month” the 11:00 news will set up camp at the 24 hour post office in Manhattan where there will be people actually still filling out their forms as the clock and the line tick ever so closer to midnight and the clerk’s desk.
I dropped mine off at the post office this afternoon. I was bummed to owe, considering I only worked for 4 months last year. But I was considered “self employed” and did not have the scratch to pay in April or July. But for once in my personal history I did not owe NYS taxes. For those of you who live in New York State, you know how rare that is. Somehow, even when you have extra withheld, you still end up owing. If you get money back from them you are blessed. And I am sure they will look into the matter to avoid such a travesty next year.
I am glad it is done. As if I did more than fill out a questionairre from my CPA and sign what I got back and mail forms and a check away. But it is — to me — always a production. Like everything else with me! 
Have just seen the Pope disembark from his plane, greet the Bushes and receive a warm reception from the crowd. He looks well for 81. Came down the airplane steps much better than I would. That knee of mine is acting up again and just plain hurts. Tomorrow, he will visit the White House where he is expected to talk about the War with the President. (Oh to be a fly on the wall.) Popes, in general, not that big on war. Modern popes anyway. The older ones… they were a little more aggressive and pushy.
I guess at some point he is going to have to talk about the priest crisis — both the criminal as well as the fact that boys just don’t sign up that fast for the priesthood anymore. Can’t imagine why. But things will not change under this pope’s watch. He is a strict interpreter of canon law and not likely to make any drastic changes. Maybe the next one will.
My Mets are doing “eh.” I never get too worked up til early June anyway. Then if things are still bleh, I will start panicking. Last night, David Wright was on Letterman. He seems calm, cool and collected about the whole thing.
IS HE CRAZY! 11 games gone and not even at .500. Stop looking happy and relaxed. You should be drinking Mylanta like I am!!!
So I lied.
Yes, beware the Ides of April indeed.
So last Wednesday the lady from the employment agency called. Did she want me to send my resume to the job in midtown? I reminded her that we already talked about it and I said to go ahead. She then told me that the guy wanted to see resumes in a lower price bracket. Now he is apparently willing to pay more after seeing those. Maybe news tomorrow.
Tomorrow I am going to a reunion of 25 or so former co-workers from the company I worked for until last year. Well, no that is not accurate. Coworkers from the company that existed before the unfortunate buyout. The good company. The one without a tarnished reputation. Anyway it should be fun. Most of these people are still in the industry so are in town for a trade show.
Then — unless he is still not right — I get to see the boyfriend on his day off Wednesday. He had a cold last week. He took 3 days off. I offered to go over and take care of him but he said it wasn’t necessary. He says he will call me to take care of him when he has something serious. “Hello, Darling? Can you come take care of me? I have Bubonic Plague.”
The Mets hit a snag this past week with Pedro Martinez straining his hamstring. They are saying 4-6 weeks. I think we will be lucky to see him before mid-late June. Suddenly things are looking less sunny. It is character building to be a Mets fan.
Spent Saturday watching my nephew. I let him have a popsicle at 6 at night, before dinner. Because I am wicked that way. He ate fine and I only got a routine look of a disapproval. I work for free. She doesn’t have much leverage in these matters.
In case you were wondering, spring cleaning not done and I have an iffy attitude on things.
Nevertheless we perservere and keep going…..
My favorite season is not winter, fall, summer or spring. It’s baseball season. And it has started.
My beloved Mets opened their season against the Marlins yesterday. Johan Santana made his long awaited, much vaunted debut. And he did very well. The Mets won and are off to a good start.
And all is right in Hazeleyes’ world.
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One of the employment agencies called yesterday with the news that they have 2 possibilities. Would I be interested? They both sounded okay so my resume is being sent off. No news as of yet. The woman I talked to had placed me in a good job about 15 years ago. I am hopeful she can do it again. She told me that in all the years she has been working in a personnel agency (almost 25) she has never seen it this bad for this long. That is what I am finding as I look online and in the papers as well. So I am hopeful that one of these possibilities turns into a reality.
I wonder if there is any chance of this recession turning into a depression. And I wonder what the difference is. Will look into it and report back!
