The brain tumor does slow me down. Some days I do little but sleep.
But today I accomplished so much I want to celebrate.
Th first thing is to is to list it all.
I got all my 2013 reeipts together and got them mailed to my accountant in Florida. I've known Tom since he lived in Green Bay and kept with him even after the move. He understands my odd life as a storyteller, journalist and author. Accountants and tax preparers in Seymour do not have a clue, merely asking for forms that self-employed people don't have. So once a year, I must explain a year to Tom, who says he tells his wife all about me, how I live on next to nothing yet manage to travel the world.
I stopped at the bank for a 2013 statement of what went on. Then it was to the Lutheran church because I needed to get an evaluation on my burial plot in the Lutheran cemetery. Then another sotp home for my 2012 tax form. All of this was necesssary to apply for Medicare to help pay for my sugary costs. We took every thing to my attorney who went through the required documents and made sure everything was in order. Then the whole thing was mailed to the county offices. If all goes well, I should make i through financially.
This is important because tomorrow, Chris, Gary and and I consult with the doctors, look at test results, and figure out the next step. We hope by the end of the week, that nasty little tumor is gone.
There was another saving. I was going to get a haircut this week but there is no point since my head will probably be shaved. Friend Susan is crocheting a hat for me until the hair grows out again.
Gary took me off on what he calls an "airing". I love these outings. This one took us to Bonduel. About the only birds out these days are turkeys, who huddle together for warmth and crows whose black feathers collect the heat of the sun.
But what we were there for was to look at modular homes, built by Amish in Indiana. Once the house was here, the Bonduel Amish work on the cabinetry. The work is good. We are interested because Gary has his eye on a piece of property near Ashland and would like to put a house on it. So we explored homes and dreamed of summers at a lake.
I came home to a long nap and during it, came up with an idea for a new short story.
And then I looked at everything I had blogged or journaled about the tumor for the past two months and realized I had almost enough words for a book. I'll be editing that for the next month, surgery permitting.
So I move ahead, day by day.
t
But today I accomplished so much I want to celebrate.
Th first thing is to is to list it all.
I got all my 2013 reeipts together and got them mailed to my accountant in Florida. I've known Tom since he lived in Green Bay and kept with him even after the move. He understands my odd life as a storyteller, journalist and author. Accountants and tax preparers in Seymour do not have a clue, merely asking for forms that self-employed people don't have. So once a year, I must explain a year to Tom, who says he tells his wife all about me, how I live on next to nothing yet manage to travel the world.
I stopped at the bank for a 2013 statement of what went on. Then it was to the Lutheran church because I needed to get an evaluation on my burial plot in the Lutheran cemetery. Then another sotp home for my 2012 tax form. All of this was necesssary to apply for Medicare to help pay for my sugary costs. We took every thing to my attorney who went through the required documents and made sure everything was in order. Then the whole thing was mailed to the county offices. If all goes well, I should make i through financially.
This is important because tomorrow, Chris, Gary and and I consult with the doctors, look at test results, and figure out the next step. We hope by the end of the week, that nasty little tumor is gone.
There was another saving. I was going to get a haircut this week but there is no point since my head will probably be shaved. Friend Susan is crocheting a hat for me until the hair grows out again.
Gary took me off on what he calls an "airing". I love these outings. This one took us to Bonduel. About the only birds out these days are turkeys, who huddle together for warmth and crows whose black feathers collect the heat of the sun.
But what we were there for was to look at modular homes, built by Amish in Indiana. Once the house was here, the Bonduel Amish work on the cabinetry. The work is good. We are interested because Gary has his eye on a piece of property near Ashland and would like to put a house on it. So we explored homes and dreamed of summers at a lake.
I came home to a long nap and during it, came up with an idea for a new short story.
And then I looked at everything I had blogged or journaled about the tumor for the past two months and realized I had almost enough words for a book. I'll be editing that for the next month, surgery permitting.
So I move ahead, day by day.
t
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