Bob and I appealed our taxes the other night. We've been taxed on things we simply didn't have when we moved in- like a whole house air condtioner and a "fireplace". We showed pictures of insulation-filled holes in the living room wall; covered in plastic, no less. Also, shots of what could be a "hole house" air conditioner sitting outside in the woodland, waiting for a family of squirrels (or maybe that displaced skunk?) to move into. They had our house assessed at (get this) $365000! I said, "Hahahahahaha! we like our house, but please!" Anyway, midway through this (inevitably) rather dull back and forth about property revaluations and mil rates, the assessor to our left (a woman maybe in her sixties) inexplicably interrupts with. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Barbra Streisand?" Hello? First of all, Babs has a big nose and I fancy mine to be petite and... well, no, no one has ever suggested this resemblance but it certainly made for an interesting reassessment. We're supposed to hear back in a couple of weeks, but I feel like dropping an autographed copy of Yentl in the mail to Tax Assessorr #1; maybe that will lower our rate.
And on more projects on the home fornt, I took advantage of the super warm and benevolent weather on Wednesday to de-sod and prepare the edge by the house for quartz rock mulch. Bob put in a metal strip to edge it with and keep the quartz off the lawn. It was easy as the soil was remarkably rock-free and nice to dig in. Figures! We should have made our vegetable beds here not in the gravel pit that is the vegetable garden. By late afternoon, this is what it looked like:
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