Why Do I Do These Things?

I do my kids' taxes cuz a) I'm a nice mom. b) I'm nuts. c) I'm a control freak. d) I can't say no. e) all of the above.

I hate tax forms. They make me hyperventilate. I swore I would not do my son's again. He even asked me to ask our tax account to do his, but I dithered, didn't ask her til I thought it was too late, worried it would cost him a lot (she charges us an arm & a leg, but we think it's worth it), so here I am doing his taxes again.

They are done. His were pretty easy and my daughter's were form 1040EZ simple. The state forms aren't too bad and all this is just a rationalization for the reality that I should have my head examined.

Tomorrow I am spending the day in the city. My daughter is being inducted into her college's honor society. (Top 10% of seniors are invited). I will be attending, but this is another one of those multiple-guess answers (see options above), cuz she's not even going. She doesn't want to miss class, doesn't like fusses made over her, who knows why.

Part of my day tomorrow is not multiple choice. It's cuz I want to! I'm going to see The Runaways. I have long been a Joan Jett fan and who doesn't like a little kick-ass female rock & roll? Nobody I want to talk to tomorrow!

Songs To Make You Smile

I have On Demand on the tv and they're previewing Joe Cocker. What is it about his voice that is so wonderful? What is it about songs from my youth that are so compelling? Is it that they remind me of the hopeful future? Or it is just they made me smile then and they still make me smile?

Joe Cocker has nothing to do with what I came over here to write about, but who can ignore him? I'm not sure anyone before or after has taken a Beatles tune and made it so very much their own.

I'm rather glad to have been distracted by "A little help from my friends," cuz I came over here to kvetch. I have this great shop. Today two ladies commented on how peaceful it felt, how much they liked it. But they didn't buy anything. And I'm not selling a lot of stuff. Over in the pretty pink blog world, friends are posting pictures of things they have bought or gotten in swaps that they love. And guess what? That's the kind of stuff I have for sale in my shop.

I was just feeling sad that the people who would probably love my shop (and buy stuff) just don't live or vacation here to take advantage of it. And I'm probably not going to sell where they live. And I'm tired a lot from the long days.

And now Joe Cocker is back and who can be upset when he sings? And maybe I'll get by with a little help from my friends . . .