Is Summer Done?

I woke up to cold. And drizzly. I was expecting warm and sunny. Tomorrow is rain. And Sunday. And Monday. That sounds like Fall. The rain will be followed by at least five days of mid 70’s sun. Warmish. Not summer. Got nine more months to summer. Where the hell is global warming?

Emily drove me down to the mailbox on her way out. No newspaper. Fuckers. I’d like to bring one of the delivery idiots out here and make the shithead walk my driveway a few times for no reason. Might help him catch on. It’s a real pain when there is no newspaper. Fortunately, the garbage man had been here and I grabbed the van in the way back. Not a total loss.

It does ruin my morning. I like to eat my gruel, drink coffee and read the paper. Without the paper, that triangle collapses. I can fill in with phone internet and such but really, I like the paper. Once my generation is gone there won’t be any real paper delivered anymore. I would be disappointed but I will not be here.

No paper means an early start to the day’s post. As you can read, the last few paragraphs are the no news response. Nothing better to do. And my anger at the stupid shits at the SF Chronicle inspires me to write. It’s funny, my family has subscribed to the SF Chron since before I was born. I started reading it in the early 1960’s. And delivery has been a huge problem from my earliest memory. Why? They have to be truly dumb, shortsighted and unable to identify problems and hence unable to solve them. I do hate them at an elemental level.

Ok. Getting off that. Today, I have one scheduled appointment. And he pays cash. One of my oldest customers, by which I mean he has been with me a long time. Not old. He is same age as me. Young. Anyhow, he is coming in at noon. He always brings me a bottle of booze when he has his taxes done. Usually bottle from Mexico, picked up on his annual visit. Good guy. I bought him a bottle this time. It’s been sitting behind my desk for about six months. Will be glad to pass it to him. This does mean drinking in the middle of the day. I can handle it. Meeting will be fun cuz we get to catch up on all the things we have been doing. Like I said, we go way back.

I am driving the race car to work today. No other reason than I want to and I try to take it out once a week. Like the wife. I do always enjoy the drive.

Today was nothing special again. Not one task stood out. I had no calls. Really just boring. My one client was coming at noon and ended up being over an hour late.

He did show before 130. I need to do his trust, limited. Partnership and personal ya returns. It takes awhile. I usually prepare the returns while he sits at my desk. I am usually very quick. As I was today. Most of the appointment, as is normal, was spent talking about the past and our families and what we are doing. And some of the talk of the future and how we are going to pay for retirement. Neither of us saved to well and he has been on disability for several years. Anyway, we talk a lot. Today no drinking.

I did finish all three returns. Processed all three – copies for him and file, payment coupons, etc. And he pays the fee in cash. Always. Guess I’m goin our to dinner tonight. He even said now I can go out to dinner with Emily. He knows the wife as well.

Client took off and I went to the bank. Gotta cover payroll. Came back to the office after. I managed a few more tasks before I headed up the hill.

Fast drive to home but still got to town late, around 630. So I called Emily and told her to meet me downtown for dinner. She took her sweet damn time but finally showed up and helped pick a place to eat.

That’s my whole day. I’m thrilled too. I’m watching murder porn and typing. Very soon I go to bed.