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I spent my lunch hour at my bank, opening an Individual Retirement Account (IRA) [1] at the last minute. The computer system didn't believe it was before the deadline for a 2006 IRA, but the humans did, and there had been enough calls about this before the banker helping me picked up the phone that they gave her the workaround in a very calm way. (It involves hand-amending the documents, in red, and both bank employee and customer initialing the change.) ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude and I will sit down and talk a bit about suitable investments for said money, and I'll go in next week or the week after and get that sorted out; on this sort of last-minute thing, it had to go in a bank IRA for the nonce. [The reasons it was done at the last minute are obscure and uninteresting.]
After work, I went to the big post office at Eighth Avenue and 33rd Street, and mailed our "please give us an extension" forms, complete with checks based on rough calculations in case we hadn't gotten in under the deadline to open the IRA. In a week or two, we'll file an actual tax return, including "and send us back the money we just sent, we have a significantly smaller taxable income than we thought we might." And then I walked up to Ben and Jerry's, because I was feeling very much in need of an ice cream cone.
The rest of the day, I spent cheerfully copyediting a book that I'm thinking of as "review all of high school math in four days," not because the students will be expected to go through it that fast, but because I am. This really does seem to be a fairly complete package: linear equations to fractals, Euclidean geometry to conditional probability. Conditional probability was late this afternoon. I got to that lesson, thought something deep like "conditional probability, good" and then proceeded to tinker with the phrasing. That I think things like "conditional probability, good" is probably right up there with my persistence in checking the arithmetic (and leaving annotated corrections in some places) with why they're happy to give me all the math, and give the language arts projects to someone who has more of a feel for what's wanted there. (I also cheerfully do science and social studies.)
And now I am reheating chili;cattitude is out at a play, but I felt the need for a quiet night at home.
[1] There are tax deductions involved, which is why there's a meaningful deadline.
cattitude and I will sit down and talk a bit about suitable investments for said money, and I'll go in next week or the week after and get that sorted out; on this sort of last-minute thing, it had to go in a bank IRA for the nonce. [The reasons it was done at the last minute are obscure and uninteresting.]After work, I went to the big post office at Eighth Avenue and 33rd Street, and mailed our "please give us an extension" forms, complete with checks based on rough calculations in case we hadn't gotten in under the deadline to open the IRA. In a week or two, we'll file an actual tax return, including "and send us back the money we just sent, we have a significantly smaller taxable income than we thought we might." And then I walked up to Ben and Jerry's, because I was feeling very much in need of an ice cream cone.
The rest of the day, I spent cheerfully copyediting a book that I'm thinking of as "review all of high school math in four days," not because the students will be expected to go through it that fast, but because I am. This really does seem to be a fairly complete package: linear equations to fractals, Euclidean geometry to conditional probability. Conditional probability was late this afternoon. I got to that lesson, thought something deep like "conditional probability, good" and then proceeded to tinker with the phrasing. That I think things like "conditional probability, good" is probably right up there with my persistence in checking the arithmetic (and leaving annotated corrections in some places) with why they're happy to give me all the math, and give the language arts projects to someone who has more of a feel for what's wanted there. (I also cheerfully do science and social studies.)
And now I am reheating chili;
cattitude is out at a play, but I felt the need for a quiet night at home. [1] There are tax deductions involved, which is why there's a meaningful deadline.
