I'm about to start my taxes, but I shrink from the onerous task so I'm making an LJ post first.
Today I submitted an application to an art foundation here for a workspace grant. I did it! I don't know why I've always had a hangup about showing my personal work, but I have, and this is the first time I've sought an exhibit or whatever.
The application deadline was today, and I started doing the form and burning a CD of paintings at 10. Good God, that was fun. They wanted a CV, too. And then I realized that they wanted dimensions on all the originals, so I was running around my house with a ruler at 12pm.
The post office closes at 1pm on Saturdays, see.
So, I get all that printed and address an envelope and it's 12:05, and my car has a foot of snow on it, so I'm thrashing around trying to clear it off/make it driveable. Bless my neighbor who plowed the alley, or I'd never have got out. I left an envelope with some cash at his house later.
So I make it onto a real road, which isn't plowed but has seen enough traffic to be tamped down. I'm slithering, but I reach the main drag, hit every traffic light, and zoom into the post office parking lot -- and the damned place is closed. They close at twelve at my podunk neighborhood PO, see. Unlike every other PO in the nation. WTH. There's a mailcarrier-looking guy in the lot and I bleat, did I miss it? Are there any others? And he tells me the PO at Ames is open until 1pm. You can make it! he tells me. Go fast!
So I peel out, heading for Ames Ave. Ames is across town and it's all very Mr Toad's Wild Ride after last night's snow, even on the large streets. I don't have any clear idea where Ames is, but I follow my nose. I find the intersection but have to ask a gas station attendant where the PO is because it's on a side street and hidden.
Anyway I find it and fling myself into the place with about ten minutes to spare. My app is off to the Bemis Foundation, yay. That's one Rubicon crossed.
(At the PO I discovered that I'd left my wallet at home, which had my license -- and woe unto me if I got into a fenderbender without it, so the return leg was a lot slower, heh.)
And then I shoveled off my walks and my arms got all trembly from strain, so now instead of penciling I will do my *sigh* taxes.
It'll take my mind off the scans_daily unpleasantness, at least. *fistshake*
Edit: OH CRAP JURY DUTY. *groan*