I've been sitting here for a half an hour now and nothing is coming forth. I live on a major thoroughfare in Montreal. At rush hour, it is bumper to bumper heading into or out of downtown. But on a Saturday morning before dawn, there is very little action. I have seen two joggers. Joggers in the dark on icy sidewalks seems odd to me, especially on a Saturday morning.
Life is pretty quiet right now, which seems to impact my writing. (was that the lamest bunch of snippets or what?) Spouse is still nursing his cold and buried in work while I try to mentally prepare for a full work week ahead. I'm still waiting to know what the work week will look like, as I haven't received confirmation of my contracts. We're waiting for the apartment to find a renter, and we're still waiting for the property tax bill. The bill is due Feb 1st and we still have not received the bill stating the amount. How many thousands will it be? We don't know because they reevaluated all the property this year and both of ours doubled since the last evaluation three years ago. Don't worry, they say, you're taxes won't double - we will adjust the tax rate. So basically the bill will be somewhere between $6000 and $12000. We don't have $12000. So I really hope it is not that.
I think a third paragraph is necessary. Two doesn't look right. Three is better. Maybe it's like flower arranging. Odd numbers only. Good Saturday everyone.
17 comments:
The snippets were just fine. I found them very interesting. It is good to take your time finding a renter. Rent in haste, repent in leisure.
One of the most profound three paragraph ramblings ever posted early on a Saturday morning.
You['re now in the 3P Hall of Fame.
Enjoy the adulation. Feel the love. Use the power.
Don't be so hard on yourself. (hehe...I said "hard on")
Dedicated joggers are like mail carriers: neither rain nor sleet nor snow nor dark of night shall keep this jogger from his/her appointed laps.
Don't property taxes just suck the biggest shithole in the universe?
"The man" can be late with the bills, but the rest of us have better be on time with payments. It sucks.
"...and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder."
(from "I Am Waiting" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti in A Coney Island of the Mind ©1959)
[Reading your post this morning reminded me of this poem and sent me back to reread it.]
I have a Slow Jogger that runs past my house every day. To me, she just looks like a lady walking funny, that is how slow she goes by. It takes her forever and a day to get past my house, yet there she is every single day, snow, rain, ice, sleet, heatwave, slow jogging past my house.
Joggers are insane I tell ya!
I hate waiting. I'm not a good wait-er, so I can sympathize with your plight.
You could probably write about paint drying and make it interesting. You do with everything else.
Have a great weekend.
I have never heard that abut flower arranging (probably because I have never arranged flowers, but I digress...)
I do the same thing though. I'll look at a post and keep writing because it's form doesn't look right. Hence my often endless rambling.
You know, I have sometimes found that posts that I thought were boring turned out to be people's favorite. Others that I thought were great get little attention. That's a nice thing about writing -- It often takes a different life once you let it go.
You are a million times better a writer than I can ever be. Still, it's hard to come up with things that will be intersting, when, at times, our lives can be dull as dishwater.
Jogging: need to start that again.
sigh.
I can understand about the tax bills we sold one of our properties last year and because it was undevalued when we originally bought the house, we got a huge surprise when the capital gains tax bill was $140,000. I'm sure yours won't be anywhere close but be ready.
Well you know, if you're hard up for material, you could always post another self-suck story. I'd never tire of reading those...
word verif: ickfu. Your Tiger-Crane style is no match for that!
Where do they expect you to come up with that kind of money? Don't they lump it into your mortgage payments?
I agree with 'freak magnet', torn, you could write about anything and we'd enjoy reading it!
I used to try to push the river during the waiting game times, but have been working hard these past few years on just 'being' during those time. It's not easy, especially when money is involved. Best of luck with the property tax bill.
No jogger here. I prefer to walk, to saunter, to promenade.
You are positively Beckettian today.
(Sniggle)
Your Saturday was my Sunday.
but how nice to have it a little quiet for a bit, huh?
oh ohhhh taxes. i've been in total de-blog-nial about it but will post soon. i'll think low numbers for you!
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