On Thursday I left work a little early to go do my taxes. Here I am puzzling out how to pay for parking--a new system had been installed since the last time I was there. By the way, if anyone in the Boston area--especially small business people, artists, musicians, and such--needs someone to help them with their taxes or other money-related issues, please contact
Diane O'Brien, my tax lady for more than a decade now. In sad news, since I flaked out on making an appointment ahead of time, I had to go solo, cheating us out of our annual
tax date.
You know how for a while I was posting snapshots that looked like stills from horror movies? There are a lot of creepy places that I get myself into while doing pest control. It would be hard to judge which was creepiest, but this place is definitely a finalist: