April 15th (six days early)
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sorcyressToday turned out to be a pretty good day!
Austin and I opted to bike to bells, which was a great idea from a timing standpoint...and did not consider the weather particularly. So we were running a little bit late and both very very damp when we made it to Old North, sigh.
Practice had multiple guests (!) including a very nice ringer from England and her husband. They were in town for a wedding, and excited to get to stop by with us on the way. We had enough ringers to ring on all eight, which was _lovely_ and is not always the case. I am glad that practice is starting to get larger again, even though it's more work to organize.
We also had one never-rung-before guest who got to pull a rope and seemed willing to be excited with people about the physics of it all. He came alongside one of our newest ringers, who is just into rounds now.
I had to leave practice early, and get back on the bike and (thankfully not as damp-ly) frantically ride from Old North to MIT for their prospective students midway. I spent two hours being enthusiastic (Hello! Do you like music and or math? We're the MIT guild of bellringers, and instead of playing melodies on the bells, we ring mathematical patterns!) and guiding people through ringing hunting on 4 bells (or occasionally 6). There was one extremely excitable pair who did the hunting with me and said "that was great, let's do something harder!" which caused me to scramble into my notes until I found a plain bob minor to try, and another person who came back later with a friend. I sincerely hope some of them respond to our emails and try more ringing some time.
The skies were once again opened when I left MIT, but Cally was kind enough to give me a ride home (once we walked the six blocks to her car). Austin had to go from bells to his actual house in order to get a laptop, so I beat him to my place by a couple hours, which I spent lying in bed in my not-wet pyjamas, playing mindless video games and shutting my brain down.
When Austin arrived, I was still in "don't wanna" mode --we had made a plan to both work on our taxes this afternoon. He made the very wise choice to tell me he wasn't going to start his taxes until after I started mine, because "I had to catch up" (he'd already done most of his a couple days ago and just had finishing).
So I looked at my paperwork, including the giant intimidating packet sent by the accountants, and I looked at the deadlines, all of which were way in the past, and I looked in my email from several years ago and found the free filing website I'd used in 2017, and then I did my taxes. It took me a little under two hours, including the part where Austin convinced me to open an IRA. So I'm a real grown up now, and this is probably the first time in my life that I've actually done my taxes before April 15th. To be fair, the last two years have been just about as simple as you can get, but it is still nice to have it over with.
(I told mom I was a real grown-up with an IRA and they responded by sending a bunch of photos of me in various states of childhood, including the baby photo that was the family Christmas card when I was one ("Peace on Earth" it read). Thanks mom!)
((Also, "the first time" seems awful weird when you consider I'm 32, but maybe it makes more sense if you realize that I am, in many ways, an ADHD nightmare childe who has been working _very very hard_ to be able to do the simple executive functioning things other people can just manage. Also my family had an accountant until like 2015 or something, so there hasn't actually been that many years I've had to do my own taxes.))
(((My family still has an accountant, and presumably I would've been welcome to keep using them, but I Am Bad At Deadlines, and I was a lot worse at deadlines when I was poorer and more stressed and had more complicated taxes (because I was paying my bills through under the table gig-work, and over-the-table-but-not-taking-taxes-out-whoops independent contract-work and also sometimes I didn't have health insurance which turns out to be fucking expensive and I've never stopped being bitter about that.)))
So anyways, taxes are done, and submitted, and I've gotten email confirmations that they've been received and now I just chill and wait for my refunds or whatever. Austin and I walked to Tenoch to get dinner (so I have half a burrito in the fridge for tomorrow, yum) and then watched an episode of Leverage, and then the four humans in the house ordered from Scoop'N'Scootery because celebration ice cream for doing accomplishy things and also just because decadent ice cream sundaes are a good thing.
I do not have half an ice cream sundae, because Austin and I managed to get one mini sundae, which we split, and was still considerably more ice cream and treat than I would've eaten myself.
Now is shower and then bed and then service ringing tomorrow and coming home in the afternoon and...not...doing taxes? I guess working on my evidence, (which was due Thursday, but I told my boss it might be late and she was _super_ mellow about it so I'm not stressed as long as I finish it before California. Which I leave for in like five days. _what_.)
Onwards and onwards. I wish I had the sort of brain that let me feel actively good and endorphiny about completing a difficult project, but I will have to settle for putting ice cream into it instead.
~Sor
MOOP!
Austin and I opted to bike to bells, which was a great idea from a timing standpoint...and did not consider the weather particularly. So we were running a little bit late and both very very damp when we made it to Old North, sigh.
Practice had multiple guests (!) including a very nice ringer from England and her husband. They were in town for a wedding, and excited to get to stop by with us on the way. We had enough ringers to ring on all eight, which was _lovely_ and is not always the case. I am glad that practice is starting to get larger again, even though it's more work to organize.
We also had one never-rung-before guest who got to pull a rope and seemed willing to be excited with people about the physics of it all. He came alongside one of our newest ringers, who is just into rounds now.
I had to leave practice early, and get back on the bike and (thankfully not as damp-ly) frantically ride from Old North to MIT for their prospective students midway. I spent two hours being enthusiastic (Hello! Do you like music and or math? We're the MIT guild of bellringers, and instead of playing melodies on the bells, we ring mathematical patterns!) and guiding people through ringing hunting on 4 bells (or occasionally 6). There was one extremely excitable pair who did the hunting with me and said "that was great, let's do something harder!" which caused me to scramble into my notes until I found a plain bob minor to try, and another person who came back later with a friend. I sincerely hope some of them respond to our emails and try more ringing some time.
The skies were once again opened when I left MIT, but Cally was kind enough to give me a ride home (once we walked the six blocks to her car). Austin had to go from bells to his actual house in order to get a laptop, so I beat him to my place by a couple hours, which I spent lying in bed in my not-wet pyjamas, playing mindless video games and shutting my brain down.
When Austin arrived, I was still in "don't wanna" mode --we had made a plan to both work on our taxes this afternoon. He made the very wise choice to tell me he wasn't going to start his taxes until after I started mine, because "I had to catch up" (he'd already done most of his a couple days ago and just had finishing).
So I looked at my paperwork, including the giant intimidating packet sent by the accountants, and I looked at the deadlines, all of which were way in the past, and I looked in my email from several years ago and found the free filing website I'd used in 2017, and then I did my taxes. It took me a little under two hours, including the part where Austin convinced me to open an IRA. So I'm a real grown up now, and this is probably the first time in my life that I've actually done my taxes before April 15th. To be fair, the last two years have been just about as simple as you can get, but it is still nice to have it over with.
(I told mom I was a real grown-up with an IRA and they responded by sending a bunch of photos of me in various states of childhood, including the baby photo that was the family Christmas card when I was one ("Peace on Earth" it read). Thanks mom!)
((Also, "the first time" seems awful weird when you consider I'm 32, but maybe it makes more sense if you realize that I am, in many ways, an ADHD nightmare childe who has been working _very very hard_ to be able to do the simple executive functioning things other people can just manage. Also my family had an accountant until like 2015 or something, so there hasn't actually been that many years I've had to do my own taxes.))
(((My family still has an accountant, and presumably I would've been welcome to keep using them, but I Am Bad At Deadlines, and I was a lot worse at deadlines when I was poorer and more stressed and had more complicated taxes (because I was paying my bills through under the table gig-work, and over-the-table-but-not-taking-taxes-out-whoops independent contract-work and also sometimes I didn't have health insurance which turns out to be fucking expensive and I've never stopped being bitter about that.)))
So anyways, taxes are done, and submitted, and I've gotten email confirmations that they've been received and now I just chill and wait for my refunds or whatever. Austin and I walked to Tenoch to get dinner (so I have half a burrito in the fridge for tomorrow, yum) and then watched an episode of Leverage, and then the four humans in the house ordered from Scoop'N'Scootery because celebration ice cream for doing accomplishy things and also just because decadent ice cream sundaes are a good thing.
I do not have half an ice cream sundae, because Austin and I managed to get one mini sundae, which we split, and was still considerably more ice cream and treat than I would've eaten myself.
Now is shower and then bed and then service ringing tomorrow and coming home in the afternoon and...not...doing taxes? I guess working on my evidence, (which was due Thursday, but I told my boss it might be late and she was _super_ mellow about it so I'm not stressed as long as I finish it before California. Which I leave for in like five days. _what_.)
Onwards and onwards. I wish I had the sort of brain that let me feel actively good and endorphiny about completing a difficult project, but I will have to settle for putting ice cream into it instead.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2022-04-10 12:16 pm (UTC)(My dad ran a business, so his taxes were always complicated and doing the additional but straightforward paperwork for me on top was basically nothing. And then I got married, and now elusiveat does the taxes, because despite being a programmer it turns out the forms make my brain explode.)
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on 2022-04-10 12:29 pm (UTC)