Monday, July 22, 2019

OK, I turned on classical piano music on Pandora and successfully printed out a blank 2018 California tax form.  I don’t know why this scared me so much.  I found my errors, corrected them and am ready to send it back.  This is a familiar process, back and forth with the tax people. Sigh.

To avoid driving to Big Sur feels like I am allowing the tourists to win. I am ready to reclaim the color red in hats from MAGA.  I don’t want to give up anything.

I reluctantly started reading NOTES TO MYSELF, a book of essays by the Irish writer, Emilie Pine. I am caught by it.

Rewarded myself with a trip to the Friends of the Marina Library book store.  Took in a bag of books to donate and bought three books for me.