Ellen (ennienyc) wrote,

Taxiing toward Taxes

I've put my financial records in Quicken and sorted all relevant papers (kept in a specific cabinet throughout the year) in piles on the piano bench, piano and chair (I used to use the floor, but that's covered with books and magazines). Next: installing TaxCut, and going through the painstaking process of filling in each number for federal and state. It's still a few days away from being done, but at least this is happening today instead of next week at this time.

About 10 years ago, when I decided to really invest instead of have my savings just sit in the bank, I was paranoid enough to open small accounts in 15 places. This not only makes no sense (I doubt any of these establishments is likely to go under), but adds to woes at tax time since there are 15 statements to consider. Thank God for Quicken and TaxCut. I do most of it quasi-manually, but at least all the info I need is in those files.

Although I still have to put everything in the proper year, a rough look at Quicken shows my outflows were higher than my meager puzzle income. However, this was a good year for investments and that should keep things positive. I own no actual real estate but my real estate mutual fund paid a huge capital gain, amounting to almost 1/3 of its original value. I'll have to pay tax on it, but I love the idea of making money for doing absolutely nothing.

To celebrate finishing the recordkeeping and before wading through the paper, I went to the grocery store. They had Lite FM playing, and I bopped around to "Give Me Just a Little More Time." A commercial came on, with ridiculous pitches for movies ("I want to make a documentary about making a documentary about making a documentary"). Where was this going? The announcer then said that you could see (I forget the exact words) quality movies at the Tribeca Film Festival. "Wordplay" is one of those movies. I felt so proud.

I already bought a daytime pass for Tribeca. As long as I'm not working, I might as well have the full festival experience I missed at Sundance (IFC assures me we won't be running to a lot of press events and I'll be free to attend other movies). I'm about to send a mailing to about 100 friends and family (including 40 on a Millionaire list) informing them of the Tribeca screenings. I'm thinking of buying up some tickets and offering them in a lottery.

On the other hand, for the health of the movie, everyone really needs to come out opening weekend so maybe I should do the mailing, ticket-buying and lottery then. I've already seen the movie around 3 times (2 full times, plus extra playoffs scene at the Sundance showing we couldn't get into, minus most of the tournament segment while I was taking pix during Stamford), and am nowhere near being sick of it. But I have a special interest. Everyone doesn't necessarily want to sit through it multiple times.

I'll be taking a quick trip to Philadelphia for a film festival this week. They have us scheduled for dinner DURING the movie, so I guess we won't see it again this time. I'll need to do the NYT puzzles immediately when I get back. That will probably finish too late to go to any seders Wednesday, but I wasn't invited so that's not a problem. It will be a problem if Will also gets behind (he'll be in Philly too) and the puzzles need to be done Thursday, as I do have a seder at N's in Westchester Thursday night. There'll be another quick film fest trip to Boston the following week.

In the midst of this, the cross sums job arrived. I already did a piece of it; if I'm going to procrastinate on taxes, I might as well be productive. At-home grading will be heavy soon, too (though I have some help on that).

I'm still madly in love with my furry slippers and their squushy goodness. I had a panic moment earlier when I found one slipper under the computer desk, and the other one...nowhere. After a few minutes of frantic searching, the slipper appeared under the bed, not far from the desk but not near enough to easily slip away. The slipper must have a mind of its own. I'll have to give it a good talking-to.

Speaking of talking to inanimate objects, Creepy Doll seems to be bonding with Sweet Dolly though they can't get much privacy with Little Creepy permanently attached. The dolls both have a history of being rejected by their parents: Creepy by Trip and Brian, and Sweet Dolly by my sister, whose doll it really is. Not long ago, Sweet Dolly was even IMing her Mommy Lina and getting cruelly rejected:

En: MOMMY! It's me, Sweet Dolly!!
Lina: shut up. i don't know you.
Lina: crybaby
En: auntie lina, you are so mean to sweet dolly (it's me - cute dolly)
Lina: you're all a bunch of wimps.
En: i'm going to have to send them all to the dolly psychiatrist
En: all this rejection is too much for them
Lina: good, you can put them all on dolly prozac.
En: joel and jeffrey don't even know they have all these sisters
Lina: it is going to stay that way
En: I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MOMMY (it's me, sweet dolly, again)
Lina: oh shut up
En: waaaaaahh
Lina: maybe i should go into psychiatry. i'm so compassionate.
En: just as long as none of your patients are rejected dollies
En: thank goodness auntie en stepped in and gave them a loving home
Lina: you want a medal?
En: do you know how much they eat?
En: every minute it's "I want a pizza"
Lina: how much do you cook?
En: nothing, i give them imaginary pizza
Lina: do they eat vegetables with melted cheese?
En: sweet dolly still has a stain from when you tried to give her a potato pancake at nana's house
Lina: and why have you never cleaned her, good mommy?
En: because she's stuffed with cotton and might fall apart
Lina: lame excuse.
En: i need to take them to the dolly hospital. like beautiful dolly, whose legs both fell off
En: and dolly lamb-o has a hole in his back
Lina: i think i need to call dolly HRS
En: except you could be implicated as the original neglectful mommy once sweet dolly gets talking
En: she is getting bitter
En: (sweet dolly, go back to your laundry basket)
En: (that's where they are)
Lina: be quiet, disgusting dolly
En: sweet dolly, stay away from the computer!
Lina: i'm getting off now. if that dolly bothers me again, i'm going to report it as IM spam
En: boy you're a hard liner
Lina: those dollies are pissing me off
En: poor little dollies
Lina: bleeding heart liberal

My sister had to explain to her family why she was typing and laughing so hard.

If I'm reduced to talking about inter-doll dynamics, it's time to get back to taxes.

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