Well, it’s a flaming gorgeous hunk of a morning, and I’ve a mind to treat myself really well today, on account of I drove past the graveyard last night, and in the moonlight, in the midnight, I was reminded of all those who went before us, and I wondered how hard they had all worked, and for what. And then I was jamming to Madonna, her “How High” song, which I’ve just googled and can thus present below, condensed fashion:

How high are the stakes /How much fortune can you make

It’s funny / I spent my whole life wanting to be talked about
I did it /Just about everything /To see my name in lights

Was it all worth it? /And how did I earn it?
Nobody’s perfect /I guess I deserve it

How high are the stakes?  How much fortune can you make?
Does this get any better? Should I carry on?
Will it matter when I’m gone?/Will any of this matter

So, I’m not doing anything on my todo list, I’m writing because I feel wonderful today, on 5 hrs sleep. I’m on my 2nd cup of coffee. The trash needs to be taken out, and the house is a mess, but it’s a beautiful day, I don’t care. Well, okay, I do care. I can’t stand to come in from outside and smell garby. I will take that out shortly. 

Hmmm, what else for all you Wordlush lovers? I got a “windoor” for the kitty. But it sits here for 2 weeks in the box, me unable to muster the whatevers to put it into the window.

windoor
windoor
it’s fun to chant!

nam yo ho
reng-yeah kwo
windoor!
windoor!

After my recent sojourn with Emma to Myrtle Creek, Oregon, I yearn a bit for the country. Not that I’m a city dweller. I might dwell in a city, but that hardly makes me urban. I’ve found a bit of town right here in the city. Just as in my Abq. days, I parcel off a little section of my city, and dwell in it as if it were a town. So many things in Portland i know nothing about — always makes it an adventure to go downtown, I’ll tell you what.  So, ‘tho my heart pines for the country, I know I canst not live out in the country as there’s something in the city spares me from depression. 

Well, it’s not something about any city that spares me depression, it’s something about Portland, PDX, my favorite Home.

Portland is to Emily as Barcelona is to Terry.

egd.pdx == tcj.bcn

I’m now on my 2nd cup of joe. I’m eating it with a bora-bora bar. This is a snack bar that they now sell at Costco. It rivals Bosque Beaver bars in yumminess, except i don’t have to toil all day to make ‘em. I buy ‘em now every time i go to costco.  Yum!  Try ‘em!

Okay, it’s time for meeting notes. We talked taxes and accounting last night. Lets discuss, for a moment, the Tri-met tax. I didn’t even KNOW about it. I hired a CPA last year to do my taxes and she’s all, dude you didn’t pay Tri-Met taxes for past 3 years. So I had to back-pay. It came up at the SECP meeting last night–almost nobody knew about it, well, except for the cute bookkeepers. It’s 0.65% or so of your net, and the forms for it are hidden. Yet you can be fined if you don’t pay it!  It’s a perfectly insidious tax. Other taxes should model themself ‘pon it. Yet other taxes cannot; as the documentation for the Tri-Met tax is hard to find. Paradox!

I had so much fun last night b/c the bookkeeping presenters were the cutest people on god’s green earth. An older woman, with her young sweet helper, presented. (Their presentation was followed by the main act, the CPA dude, but they stole the show with their high cuteness factor.) The super-adorable older woman starts out with something like “Before i say anything, let me say that if you threw a whole bunch of numbers at me, I’d be right at home. but standing up before a crowd, this is hard for me!” And my heart just WENT STRAIGHT OUT TO HER, I mean it flew outta my chest. And then the assistant blushed, so my heart was divided, between the two of them, for the remainder of their hit single.

It’s nice to feel love, you know, even for strangers. It makes me feel alive. 

OMG, they taught us the divisible-by-9 trick for figuring out if, when reconciling, and your amts don’t match, something might be the result of transposing 2 digits.  aMAZing! I did not know that. So if the bank balance is $54.00, and your checkbook shows a balance of $63.00, it*could* be the result of you transposing 2 digits somewhere along the line. This will not work if, in more than one instance, you made a transposing error. It will only work for the one time. Sorry folks.

Then there’s some way to do addition by 9 that Emma is going to show me again, b/c she showed me during the meeting, but I was intent on watching the amazing nines trick, so I could not take it in simultaneously.

Oh, people, d’you how you put your hand into the form of an L, put it to your forehead, to form LOSER?  Well, that’s passe.

Instead, put both of your hands together, in such a manner as to form a W. That’s not a W as in George Bush. That’s the W of WHATEVER.  As in TALK TO THE HAND.  This is not yet passe. These things I learn from Emma.

It’s good to be up to snuff, tell you what.

So there was this guy there and he was just all round cute. 50-something, forget what he does, name of Scott, only he wrote it odd on his nametag and it looked like SCOFF so I called him SCOFF right from the get-go. And he let me!  <scoff!> <snort!>

When the meeting was over, one thing I like to do is help put away chairs. I figure, I don’t do anything else, I can put away chairs. And it’s fun! I get to move around and I always joke around and such. So I see SCOFF coming up with two chairs, one under each arm. So I assumed this condescending male voice, and said, “Let me help you out with them their chairs, little man! I don’t think you can handle them all by your little self.” And quick as you like, he came back with a mock-helpless-female voice, “Oh, would you, could you, please? I don’t think I can carry *BOTH* of them.”  And just then and there i knew I liked him even more than before, when he let me call him SCOFF.

That’s about it for the meeting and the morning. When something else happens in my world, I’ll be sure to holler.

Love,

Emily

p.s. This email was brought to you by Lily. She wrote a funny email this morning, and I replied at such length, I decided to share it with others. Thank you for the morning tymes, Lil.