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Traipses and Taxes, Waffles and Wally World

All in all, a pretty busy Sunday.

They close the Bark Park for a few weeks each spring, to let the grass re-grow and get the poop out of the place. This morning was the last Sunday we were sure they'd be open: sunny but butt-cold at 8 a.m., and we did our two trips round as quickly as we could.  We'll find an alternative park of worship for Dog Church over the next few Sundays when I'll be here.

After dropping Ebony at home, I left a little earlier than usual before my scheduled 10:00 workout, to deliver some flyers for Jen's concert to a local coffee place.  Spot is the one local chain of coffee bars that hasn't been done in by Starbucks and the like; and unlike all the corporate places, they encourage artists and other event planners to leave announcements of upcoming things. They also occasionally strut their gastronomical stuff, as the one location did today, promising a $5 special on waffles all day until 5 p.m.  These are generally not my thing, but the mood just hit, and I found myself thinking....

... at least until starting the workout. It was a killah- lots of running, and way more rowing than usual, and there was no way that anything syrupy was going down after that. So I chose something more sedate and headed home for the annual ritual of computing my business taxes.

It's quite a trip in the TARDIS, adding up all the receipts and remembering who paid and for what, along with tracking all the deductions.  It looked, as of the halfway point, that I was over $7,000 ahead of my 2015 gross income and, had that held, would've produced much more money than I ever remember receiving and also a much larger tax bill.  Then I remembered that July and August last year were painfully quiet, and that my recent uptick didn't really start showing up until after the first of this year. So the net is higher, but not by all that much, and the bill next month should be manageable.

It's quite an exercise, mostly in butt-sitting, so you need breaks. I napped between June and July; and then, before getting to the final-quarter home stretch, I decided to stock up on some needed things at the store. Unfortunately, one of them was Era, our go-to detergent brand, which Wegmans stopped carrying over a year ago. That means a run to Wally World, with all the slices of life THAT entails.

It's not in a poor neighborhood: Wegmans has a store within five blocks, and Whole Paycheck is opening a few blocks away in the other direction. But you get in there and you realize: this is why the Cheeto won. So much cheap crap, utterly useless but superficially shiny, with "low prices" because they say so and which are low mainly because of the pennies per hour they pay their third-world laborers to produce.

This shelf said it all:

"Mommy? Why does BB8 smell so funny?" "Well, honey, it's hard for Batman to take a dump when he's wearing that suit...."

All those tschockes were seven bucks.  And I'm sure people thought they were a bargain.  As in "saving," not as in "deal with the devil," which is what these (and the election results) really are.


Besides the detergent, I came home with a couple of DVDs- one, Doctor Strange, we started tonight. I may be away tomorrow night with Rochester Things two straight days, but I'm sure the Ancient One can keep him from going anywhere until I get home.

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weebleswobble From: weebleswobble Date: March 7th, 2017 01:17 am (UTC) (Link)
now i want waffles!
symian From: symian Date: March 7th, 2017 03:24 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL! The shelf said it all, indeed!
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