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Many Things Hanging Fire
Apr. 15th, 2011 09:47 pmMy shoulders did not hate me after canoeing. Which was fine with me.
Yesterday by chance (I met a friend who works at Carson-Newman, who happened to be out walking her dog while I was taking *my* walk) I discovered that the health insurance paperwork for Kip's job had to be filled out again, in the next two days. Fortunately my friend had picked up an extra packet, bless her, and let me have it, because this had escaped Kip's notice completely. To be fair, he is on sabbatical and working very hard on learning latin, and hasn't been paying as close attention to his e-mail as usual, and apparently the e-mail about this was not very clear that action was required from him, by a certain date.
Anyway I spent the morning deciding which health insurance option we should go with, but had to bring it home again for Kip to sign when he got back from his latin classes at UT-Knoxville (where apparently the students are all so traumatized by the Big Latin Test that they have agreed not to talk about it for a week). So the form has to go back to Carson-Newman monday or tuesday.
Then I had to go through the Tennessee Income Tax form (we do have an income tax, but only investment income, meaning interest, dividends, and capital gains distributions) to verify that yet again we don't make enough interest income to have to pay it (but it's kind of complicated which kinds of interest and stuff count and don't count so I always end up doing most of the form before I can be sure we don't owe tax.)
Then, at 3 pm, I finally got to work on my canoe. Yesterday I bent two planks to match the curve of the remaining sliver of space on the boat and glued them together. Today I cut them down to almost match the space they have to fit into. They're just a smidge too big and that last smidge is an enormous pain in the neck to actually *remove*. I've tried an exacto knife, a chisel, a low angle block plane, a file and a spokeshave. The spokeshave is nice because you can see exactly where you're cutting as you cut, which isn't true of the plane or the file, but it's much more controllable than the knife or the chisel.
I think I will have the whiskey plank fitted and glued in tomorrow. I hit a point where I just had to stop because my muscles were cramping.
And there will be a new song tomorrow. At least one. But not tonight because I am just too tired.
Yesterday by chance (I met a friend who works at Carson-Newman, who happened to be out walking her dog while I was taking *my* walk) I discovered that the health insurance paperwork for Kip's job had to be filled out again, in the next two days. Fortunately my friend had picked up an extra packet, bless her, and let me have it, because this had escaped Kip's notice completely. To be fair, he is on sabbatical and working very hard on learning latin, and hasn't been paying as close attention to his e-mail as usual, and apparently the e-mail about this was not very clear that action was required from him, by a certain date.
Anyway I spent the morning deciding which health insurance option we should go with, but had to bring it home again for Kip to sign when he got back from his latin classes at UT-Knoxville (where apparently the students are all so traumatized by the Big Latin Test that they have agreed not to talk about it for a week). So the form has to go back to Carson-Newman monday or tuesday.
Then I had to go through the Tennessee Income Tax form (we do have an income tax, but only investment income, meaning interest, dividends, and capital gains distributions) to verify that yet again we don't make enough interest income to have to pay it (but it's kind of complicated which kinds of interest and stuff count and don't count so I always end up doing most of the form before I can be sure we don't owe tax.)
Then, at 3 pm, I finally got to work on my canoe. Yesterday I bent two planks to match the curve of the remaining sliver of space on the boat and glued them together. Today I cut them down to almost match the space they have to fit into. They're just a smidge too big and that last smidge is an enormous pain in the neck to actually *remove*. I've tried an exacto knife, a chisel, a low angle block plane, a file and a spokeshave. The spokeshave is nice because you can see exactly where you're cutting as you cut, which isn't true of the plane or the file, but it's much more controllable than the knife or the chisel.
I think I will have the whiskey plank fitted and glued in tomorrow. I hit a point where I just had to stop because my muscles were cramping.
And there will be a new song tomorrow. At least one. But not tonight because I am just too tired.
