I had a dream last night where a bear and a badger were rummaging through my house. A couple of dogs chased them out without any major incident. But I woke up with the adrenaline pumping.
This morning I found one of my doors was cracked open, so it could have happened. Except the badger would have been a raccoon in this area.
Someone ran into a car, running away from a bear, last Thursday up north in the ‘Springs. She was uninjured but the bear didn’t make out so well. C-DOW had to euthanize it when it showed no fear of humans.
That’s what happens when you feed the bears.
People feed the bears all the time from their garbage cans. It doesn’t matter how rat nasty rotten the garbage is, bears pursue a garbage can with an outrageous tenacity. In my early efforts I’d lock up the can really good, but that bear would knock the crap out of the can for hours (hours around 3am). The police had to come and chase it off.
I just keep the garbage indoors until the morning pickup.
I took my first training session for my new career this morning. For the first time in a long time I felt that I was amongst a group of people who really cared about what they were doing. It was more enriching than I had expected.
A program director instructing six experienced, and two relatively inexperienced on concerns of conduct, ethics, policy, procedures and legal implications.
It sounds boring but it wasn’t. Time was not wasted on dictation allowing opportunity for an active role. The experienced would tactfully interject with anecdotes evoking both fear and confidence. I even walked away with a great reference to a resource that will help me polish my skills.
I think I’m going to love this job.
Taxes have been pretty much straight forward for me over the years. The only exceptions being in itemized deductions.
This year a 1041 K-1 form brought a wonderful deduction and a Long Term Capital Loss Carryover figure with scant instructions. The more I researched it the less I knew about it.
I just had to lock down and roll the numbers knowing I followed instructions to the T on schedule D.
I don’t know what I did but I’ve got a paper trail and I know how to use it!
. . . an excerpt from Baraka