Friday 03/29/2024
It was raining, so I took a two-mile walk on the treadmill. Then I sat down to finalize my taxes. The preparation company had done a nice job, the federal and state returns plus vouchers for payment and estimated taxes, plus a form to authorize electronic filing, all uploaded to a Sharefile account. Sharefile seems to be thing for document transfer these days, I have Sharefile accounts with the financial managers, the tax people, and one other. So I went through there e-signature routine to authorize the filing and sign the returns, and that was pretty much it. Filed.
Well, an hour of clerical fiddling to print out the five vouchers (one for 2023 payment and four for the estimated taxes), and I made up stamped and addressed envelopes for all five, and wrote two checks for the payment and the first quarter estimate, and took those two down to the mailbox and sent them.
After lunch I helped neighbor Gloria to install her new TV soundbar. That took an hour.
At 5 I had a hasty supper and at 5:30 I drove over to the Congregational Church, where I met with #1 AV volunteer David M, to watch him run the Good Friday service. This was in order to see their setup and how they did pretty much what we do here, support events in the auditorium with a second, Zoom, audience. But their equipment is much nicer. Here’s a pic or two.
The Good Friday service was elaborately scripted, with different people reading verses of the Passion narrative, alternating with choral bits from the choir and once, a flute and soprano duet. It ended with all the lights being extinguished except for one candle on the altar. Then first the choir and then the congregation, all quietly exited in the near-darkness. The light of the world has gone out, see — come back Sunday morning to see what happens next. I told David I hadn’t realized that the Congregationalists had as much sense of the dramatic as the Catholics. He said it wasn’t usually so theatrical.
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