Taxes

I filed my 2018 taxes yesterday.

And I owe the federal government more than $2200.

This is the first time in years that I’ve owed.  Some factors: 1099 income from Circus Harmony and from Variety Children’s Charity.  And pension distributions from my father’s estate, but that chunk had a huge piece of tax withheld.

I can’t help but think that the middle-class tax reform so widely proclaimed by the previous Congress might have had something to do with this.

My 1099 income shouldn’t have kicked the taxes up that much!

 

Two and twenty

When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
       But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
       But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
       No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
       Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
       And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
       And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
~A.E. Housman

Packing

I keep a travel bag packed, since I’m away so much.  Toiletries never get unpacked, and anything else I need — Euros, British pounds, travel pillow, electrical adapter — all stay in the same drawer for easy access.

So returning home from NYC on Thursday, I loaded up the laundry baskets, and started transferring pills and toiletries and the like to the larger suitcase for international travel, because . . .

I leave Monday for Tangier, Morocco!

Going to a Mediterranean climate for a few days means a change of clothes.  No raincoats or jackets for winter in NYC or Chicago.  In fact, no heavier twill trousers.  Here’s why:

Tangier will have highs in the 60s, and lows in the low 50s overnight, the entire time I’m there.  And enough humidity that the climate will feel like April in Saint Louis.

So I’ve pulled some short-sleeve summer shirts, a few linen shirts, and the tan twills.  Shoe decisions will come next.

(Lest I be foolish, I will pack a light rain-proof jacket, just in case!)

Choir Boy

My Tuesday in NYC ended with a performance of the play Choir Boy in a detailed and affecting performance by an ensemble cast.

I cried just a bit at the end.

Earlier Tuesday:

  • Greenwich Village for tea and some Taiwanese Linzer cookies
  • vegan lunch with Jacob Scott
  • a stop by the Happy Socks store
  • a nap
  • dinner with Yufei at a brasserie
  • snow, then sleet and freezing rain, then pouring rain in the evening
  • soaked shoes
  • a Tito’s & tonic nightcap