It’s first work day since move. At least for Emily. The tough thing, timing her departure. It’s usually an hour and 20 to Vacaville. So she figured leave by 630. After all, Dixon is 10 miles short of Vacaville so that ought to work. Whatever.
I got up at 530 too. Why? Well I am in charge of coffee. And, strangely, my coffee grinder, obtained in ‘94 used, broke the day before we left Vacaville. 24 years of continuous use and it breaks. I could get it fixed but why? It’s super old. So today I drove in to Auburn and went to Starbucks and got coffee for my bride and her daughter. And me.
It took quite awhile for the round trip to coffee. And the reward, not so great. But I am a star, for a moment, for doing so.
Emiky took off at 630 for work. Tomorrow it will be earlier. I was awake so I did a few worthless things. Unpacking and etc. Marika got up a little later. I spent most of the early morning screwing off and doing jack. Whatever.
I managed to get out of the house by 11. I have a ton of work to do. Many tax returns.
Work was work. Carol was in all day. Cara out all day to care for her dog. Katrina in half day. Me in all day, plus. No surprise there.
I managed to finish, and re-finish a corporate return, the shirt year final return for same and a couple individual returns. Not too bad. I still have lots to do and complete. Still trying to get other things done. Hate the fucking job. The usual mid February tax season feeling. Dear God help me.
It is almost impossible to remember the crap I did. At one point I stared at the ceiling for 45 minutes. Mental health break, I guess. Spoke to Emily a few times. She was on the road longer than usual so had time for calls. Spoke to Marika about tonight, it is taco Tuesday. We had to find someplace in the new town for Mexican food. Which we did. There is exactly one Carniceria in Auburn. So we chose that. Marika went to pick up food and I drove home.
My drive was slower than I wanted but ok. Marika called and said she would tell me about the food place when I got home. Sounds bad
I continued my drive, drove right past the famous El Charro where we got dinner. Drove on home.
Turns out, if you don’t get to El Charro by 5 there is no guarantee of choice of meat. You need to call ahead and reserve. The cost, 2 combos and a burrito, all good though not great , over $27. In Dixon at Lupitas, that would be excellent and $20. Of course, there are a half dozen carnicerias there and several more in Vacaville. The quality of our Hispanics in Solano county FAR exceeds that of Placer county. No surprise there.
So actually, we were stuck with cachete and asada for meats. Both excellent. We did not tell Emily about the cachete. We said to was shredded beef. The beans only ok. The burrito was very good and had the cabeza meat in it. Shhhh!
After dinner we sat around. Emiky is doing schoolwork and I am blogging and Marika is doing I don’t know.
We are going to bed in a few. I have to be up at 4 with Marika to go to the airport. She is going to Hawaii for fun again. Says she is not seeing that boy again. Sure, I believe that. I expect she will enjoy herself. But it starts at 4 am.