Witness to a first filing
As a parent, I like to share moments with my progeny. Some are exciting. Others are necessary. And in class alone: completion of the very first income tax return. Never had to do the “fill in the forms with a sharp pencil” model. Tonight, software replaced the dead tree, sort of. A first return must be filed in printed form, but we probably saved some sheets. And the refund is sufficient to buy peace for a year. Next time: full electronic filing kicks in.
My own hour of solitude will come, over the weekend. The security flaw bought me a week (that I didn’t really require).
I’m back on track with my telephony troubles. All seven handsets are in the database, and the company has agreed to get involved, given that things seem to be seriously broken. Not my fault. Tomorrow, maybe, we will have a conference call to sort out what service is broken. Fun.
I also applied the screen saver to the new iPad Mini. There’s a little plastic spray bottle with magic vapours, and a video that explains the steps required for surgery… err, laying on a sheep of sticky plastic film. If I did it properly, by tomorrow I can carry on with life. If not, I discard the failed film and start all over again. Hate the technique and still wondering why the manufacturers of gadgets can’t do the dirty work themselves. I’d pay the pennies required (from a jar of coppers kept around for just that eventuality).
