This week included a couple of events, one that I missed and one that I didn’t miss. The one that I missed was my great niece Mischa’s taekwondo competition. I was originally supposed to go along with the family to Seattle, spend the night Friday, and attend the competition Saturday, hopefully seeing my brother’s family sometime those two days. However, the play I was supposed to attend the weekend before, Jeeves Takes a Bow at the Magenta Theater, got postponed to this last Saturday. At the time that they were reseating people, it wasn’t at all clear that we would be going to Seattle, because snow was forecast all week. So, I decided to stay and go to the theater with Deb.
It did not snow all week, however. In fact, it didn’t snow at all until Saturday night. And, Mischa won a gold medal at the competition! Surprisingly, since she is so good at form, the gold medal was in sparring and against a girl who not only was two belt levels above her but repeatedly cheated. (They’re not supposed to push, and she did, even once pushing Mischa to the floor and once chopping her in the throat.) Mischa’s parents said that her misfortune in form was to be matched against the three best girls at the competition. She only got bronze in that competition.
As for the play, it was about what I expected. It was fun and entertaining, even though the characters were the wrong ages for their parts (most of them were too old), and the acting was generally so-so. The sets were a lot more impressive than I expected, and the actors that played Jeeves and Vivienne were good. The one musical number was dreadful. Someone had written extra lines that were spoken by the radio between scenes. That was a clever idea, but the lines were overwritten and occasionally used the wrong word. The audience was very enthusiastic, though. The theater seems to have developed a loyal following. Most of them were older, and I’m not sure if that is because it was a matinee or relates to the reason why the actors were older than their parts. I would expect any community theater to have lots of younger actors trying out.
In any case, my friend Deb and I had a nice day. We went to lunch at Lapellah first, then had one truffle each and a coffee at a chocolatier down the street from the theater called Fleur Chocolate. Very good. It just would have been nice to see Mischa get her medal (although my niece said it was a very long day). I understand the sparring match was exciting and that even the people from the other schools were rooting for Mischa.
Last week since it had snowed before our hike, we went to one of our default hiking places where we know the paths will be safe, Lewisville Park. Once we crossed the river, though, there was no sign of snow in Battle Ground. It was like spring. And speaking of spring, even though we have snow still in our orchard, the blades of some of my daffodil plants are peaking through.
Yesterday we had an appointment with an accountant to talk over our tax problem. I was a little concerned last week that since we arranged the loan, Wayne acted like it was all taken care of. I didn’t see that we could possibly be expected to pay taxes on money we never saw, but he maintained that that was just how it worked. Finally, I told him that I was going to see an accountant, and he could either help me by collecting papers and coming along, or I would go by myself and have to guesstimate the amounts and talk theoretically. He decided to come, and last week I saw him collecting papers. Unfortunately, the accountant said that the best we could do was request a record of the transactions on the policy, so that we could determine if they figured the amount correctly. Wayne is supposed to contact them about that before we finish our taxes with the accountant.
One thing the visit to the accountant settled. Wayne had gotten it into his head that the IRS had begun charging interest on any taxes due for the previous year beginning in January. I couldn’t understand how that could be correct, as most people don’t even have their forms for filing their taxes before the end of January, and it seemed to render the IRS deadline in April moot. He found out he was wrong. Our taxes are due, not now, but in April, as usual. I don’t know where he got the idea from, but I assume he’s been paying our taxes early ever since he “learned” it.
For the third time in a few months, Wayne ran down the car battery by leaving something on. This time, it was the fog lights, which were on when we were at the accountant’s office. We had to ask a guy in the parking lot to jump our car.