Top of the charts today is Cynthia Yockey, who reports that the IRS raided her dad’s accounts as a 58th birthday present to her. Out of the various blegs, this is the biggy.
Last night the IRS put a levy on my father’s bank account and zeroed it out. They got the money before I could pay any bills. My father is a federal retiree and receives his retirement annuity and Social Security payments by direct deposit at the beginning of the month. The money didn’t clear until yesterday. I spent the morning working out and the afternoon and evening clearing viruses off my computer. So I didn’t find out about the levy until I logged onto my father’s account around midnight.
I need to raise at least $6500 to do the following:
1. Cover the mortgage and bills for October. I just got a call that our phone and Internet service are scheduled to be turned off today.
2. Hire a CPA or tax attorney to stop future levies and help me sort out our tax situation.
3. To get my thyroid medication prescription renewed for the next year, I need to see my doctor, get a blood test and buy my medication. I have about two weeks of pills left.I will update this post with an explanation of how I got my father into this mess. My plan for getting us out of it is to write books and sell them. For my first book, I will tell the story of how I became a fiscal conservative and explain why gay equality is necessary and will come from the Right. My gift to all my donors will be a digital copy of this book.
Your gift will be especially meaningful to me because today is my birthday. I am 58.
Yeah, that’s not too good.
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Jeff’s having his fall fundraiser, Stacy’s trying to get out to Las Vegas with Smitty and Wombat, and The Anchoress is holding her fundraiser.
Or as Joy points out, we’re still looking for our first contribution to this site, rather than my travel fund. And don’t forget Stranahan and his chompers
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A funny thing happened to me in the mail today, too. You may know that I’ve been trying to gather up my pennies to move back to Wisconsin, where I can network for a job. My plan has been to fly down to Florida, where my parents live, and pick up the old Lincoln that they haven’t been using since Dad went blind and Mom became demented. Yeah, I’d rather have something a little less guzzly, but I also need something that I can ferry Dad and Mom around in, since it’s almost impossible to get her out of a bucket seat. Anyway . . .
I finally made my reservation yesterday to fly out on Tuesday the 11th, laying over at Reagan for a couple hours and continuing on to Sarasota, where I planned to get picked up by my sister or her husband. They’re busy, so I’m taking a bus to Naples, or maybe renting a car one way. Then, I was going to hang with Dad and Mom, help him get some stuff out of storage that he wants moved to Wisconsin so they can sell the condo there, drop in on Kathleen and her family on the way north, and maybe cadge couch space from one of the blogger folks I know in Tennessee, arriving back in Wisconsin on Saturday, in time to be rested to watch the Packer game with eldest son Brendan and a few friends on Sunday.
Today, I got a registered letter in the mail. It’s from our landlord, announcing that we’re to vacate these premises by November 3rd, for no cause. So, somehow before I leave, I’m going to have to find these guys a new place to live and put arrangements in place.
Fun.
Our landlord was here on Sunday to collect the rent. He mailed the letter on Monday. If at the time he came by on Sunday he had, you know, mentioned it, I would have put off buying the plane ticket. [Insert cursing here.] Still, Cynthia’s problems kind of overshadow ours.
Dad called this morning to let me know that Uncle Dick died. That’s Mom’s baby brother. Had emphysema, didn’t want to go on oxygen at night, sleep apnea, too. Got up last night to use the nebulizer, Aunt Reenie found him later ashen, no pulse. So, that leaves Mom (dementia) and Martha (emphysema) on that side of the family, and Dad (blind), Joan (dementia) and Marian (host of physical ailments and somewhat dotty) on the other. Martha’s husband, Uncle Hank, died last year.
- Excited
- Angry
- Not as Angry
- Bored
- Indifferent
- Sad
That looks like CPAC 2010 or so . . . not bad of Cynthia and me, though as usual I wish my gold tooth weren’t showing.
I think you look hot in that pic. What gold tooth?
Put your pliers down, Dan,
LOL. Not quite there. Yet.
I sure do wish I could offer more help, but alas, all I have to add is my own sob story. Early Saturday morning, I popped a ball joint on my truck at 5:30 in the morning doing about 45 mph. (After that excitement, I didn’t need any coffee.) After paying the almost 300 bucks for upper and lower ball joints plus new idler arm plus tow bill, I found out today that I’ve been temporarily laid off. A new job could come along next week or next month, or as some people are predicting, not for several months.
The best I can do is some prayers and best wishes
Buddy, I will keep you in mine, too. Thoughts and prayers gratefully accepted.