Saturday, February 16, 2008

"The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!" (Othello)

Hello again. Valentine's Day is over and love permeated the air, but now the permeation is over and love has to take a back seat to the daily annoyances or whatever. Thursday night Renee, Jeff, Ilana, and Allyson were supposed to arrive at PBI at 11pm...Renee is Rhoda's daughter...Ilana is in ninth grade and Allyson in fourth. I kept calling Delta to make sure the plane was on time. To make a bad story worse, the plane was not expected to arrive until midnite. Jeff's parents, Irv and Edna Cohen live here in Huntington Lakes and they followed us to the airport. We left at 11:45 so that we wouldn't have to wait too long in the cell phone lot. We got there at 12:20 am and 10 minutes later got the call that they got their luggage and were waiting at the curb, so we picked them up shortly. They had enough luggage so that I believed the other 250 passengers had no room on the plane for theirs and had to FedEx their bags to Florida. It was 2:30 am before Rhoda and I got to bed.
The next morning we had to get up early because the City of Hope was having their annual Children's Luncheon at Diamonte's, a catering hall in Coral Springs. When I walked into the room, I saw about 500 women from different S.Florida chapters and table loads of toys that had been donated for children who were hospitalized. It so happens that I had a cup of coffee and two Oreo cookies before we left for the luncheon. When I sat down at our designated table there was a scoop of chopped liver in front of me so I munched on those while I awaited my sliced steak lunch. It finally came and was a major catastrophe. It was so salty, we couldn't eat it. If only I had brought some Oreo cookies with me. While we were waiting on our dessert, we were treated to another major catastrophe...the mother of all bad entertainers; the lady assaulted our ears for about an hour with her songs and canned music. I was beginning to believe Sartre, that Hell was other people...and lousy food. But if the kids enjoyed their toys and furry animals, then I guess it was all worth it.
Today I got an email from my bank that a direct deposit had been credited to my account. I couldn't understand this because usually my SS is direct deposited on the third of the month. About a week ago I went online to "taxact.com" and did my tax return for 2007. I answered all the questions they asked for that followed the format of Form 1040. When I submitted the final "copy" I printed it out. It looked professional. TaxAct also gives you the choice of mailing in your own copy or having them file it for you electronically. I opted for the E-filing and a week later...today...I got my refund. Amazing! And I paid not a penny.
Tomorrow there is an arts and crafts show being held in our clubhouse. The arts and crafts are those produced by residents with various talents from painting to ceramics, etc. I am having a table stocked with copies of my Memoirs and poetry books. Maybe I'll sell one. Wish me luck. Right now, the company is at the beach and Rhoda and I are going to the movies. TTYL ... Baron

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