Category: Fenton
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Odd Three Months
I’ve been Stateside for a few weeks now and I’m looking down the barrel of another couple of months before Gaynor and the younger three join me. Due to a variety of circumstances — children’s schooling, house readiness, and a need for income among them — we are doing this move differently. I’m going ahead to start work, find a place to live, schools, vehicles, and buy half a household and Gaynor is staying with the children to sort, sell, throw, and ship our goods and to finish getting the house ready to rent. We’ve decided to not sell it. So much work has gone into it that, in short, I’m not ready to part with it yet. It will also be nice to have a sizeable asset we can return to at some point.
Both Gaynor and I have our work cut out for us. I know Gaynor will get a lot of help from our fabulous friends nearby but I think it will still be very stressful for her. On the other side, I have a lot of research to do and big decisions to make and the don’t always lend themselves to an afternoon of cool, calm collectedness.
I’ve also realised that the oddest thing about these three months is that it will be the longest I have ever lived by myself. Growing up with parents, grandparents, and six siblings in the same house you get used to always having someone (usually many someones) around or, on those precious few occasions when you are by yourself, someone about to be around. Given that our children showed up early in our marriage, that feeling never really went away. Though I do not doubt my self-sufficiency skills to survive in an apartment by myself, it will be strange walking into a room you have previously tidied and find it in the same state.
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Half-Life Day
Gaynor and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary a little while ago and, since we were married fairly young, I started wondering how much of my life I have spent married to her. The outcome of that wondering is that I realised that yesterday, 6th of June, I have spent exactly[1] half my life — 7588 days — with her.
Even better, I got to spend a lunchtime date with her today at an exhibit at the National Library. While Gaynor has yet to reach her half-life day I can only say, I love what she’s done for me so far.
[1] Accurate to a resolution of a day — still, that’s an error of 6.6×10-3%
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Motorcycling Again
Late last November an odd thing happened. I’d just arrived home on the Silver Numbat and placing her up on her centre stand with the usual creak and groan, I heard a plop from a couple of metres away. Investigating revealed the end of a large bolt with a nut on it. Not only unexpected, it was a bit disconcerting having never sheared a bolt that way before (not going to list all the ways I have torn one apart though).
The Cause — wear grooves in the ground, hardened steel bushing seized against the needle bearing in the swing arm. I gingerly brought the bike down off it’s stand and wheeled it through to the de facto repair area next to the shed. Given that the swing arm seemed to be hanging on by only a few millimetres of shaft at one end, I decided best not to ride it until repaired — losing a swing arm and then a rear wheel at 100km/hr is not my idea of a good time.
Unfortunately, I knew the bike couldn’t be looked at until at least January. December was filled with a conference in Japan, a wedding in Adelaide, a deadline at work and then Christmas and New Years. January rolled around and I decided I needed to finish the house extension plans first. Fast forward three more months, plans are not quite finished but my patience at missing out on riding the motorcycle is.
Showing good taste in both humans and motorcycles, this redback decided the chain guard was a good place to hang out. Leave something long enough around here and they usually set up shop. First thing is that the old bolt needs to come out. I should have realised that anything that would hold the shaft sufficiently well that it could be twisted in two was not going to release its precious easily. I think my fears of losing a swing arm and rear well headin down the freeway were unfounded. Still, not worth the risk 🙂
Rear wheel, chain and suspension-attaching bolts are removed in preparation. The shaft should come out using a simple ‘tapping with a suitable drift'[1], however it resists my subtle, and then not-so-subtle, charms. Eventually I decide a more custom approach is needed. The shaft is 16mm diameter so I drill and tap an M10 hole into the end of it. A threaded rod goes into that and a nut, winding against a thrust plate slowly draws the bolt out with much angst, creaking and groaning — some of it from the shaft. Eventually, all is apart and an inspection reveals groove marks on the hardened steel of the bushings, so it’s likely the bushings seized and placing the motorcycle up on to the centre stand sheared the bolt.
A new bolt is not available as a part to buy so a scrounge through the wreckers — same ones who had previously come to the rescue — yielded one close enough that a favour from a colleague with a lathe at work modified it to a usable condition. An M16 nylock nut, larger than the one on the original shaft, just squeezes in to the space in the bike frame, so further modifications are averted. 🙂 Other parts, the bushings, dust seals and a new chain guard for the swing arm, are ordered and when everything finally comes in, it’s in to the mechanic who fits the new bearings with a hydraulic press I’m unlikely to ever own. 🙁
A replacement rear brake disc goes on instead of the legally-too-thin one that was there, parts get a bit of a clean and it all goes back together fairly easily, about a month after deciding to get her repaired and six months after putting her off duty. Unfortunately, the delay has meant I’ve essentially missed all the lovely summer riding and we are now well into sub-freezing morning temperatures. Still, I did a happy dance after the first ride . 🙂
[1] This is a typical phrase from many a vehicle repair manual. As long as you have a collection of about twenty steel bars, rods, bearings and sockets you’ll usually find something ‘suitable’. The ‘tapping’ is always repair manual humour.
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2013 Ahead
Busy times in our family this coming year. Though we usually have a (more than a) few things going on, this year is shaping up to have quite the slew of notable events. So, from the top of the tree …
Gaynor is now officially looking for part-time work. A bit more income has been on the agenda for a while and, after a brief fruitless search early last year, she focussed on writing her first cookbook and getting some more recent experience that she could use. Subsequently, she spent a few times a week throughout the year at Bryna’s school helping a few students with remedial reading. With Micah starting pre-school (more on that below), Gaynor is in a better position to enter paid employment and she is hoping to pick up casual teacher-assistant work a few days a week. She has just accepted the position of teaching seminary (an early-morning scripture study class) with about a dozen students. Somewhat conveniently, it’ll be held in our home, starting this Tuesday with class commencing at 6:40am.
Joshua has been accepted to university, studying for a Bachelor of Writing. He took some time last year to write for himself and evidently enjoyed it enough to want to continue with more formal studies. Work during December and January gave him some funds, from which he has purchased a laptop that he hopes will see him through the degree. Classes begin on Tuesday.
As avid readers would recall,Elijah graduated last year and picked up the same work as Joshua during December and January. He’s had his contract extended and so is now in an excellent position to build up a good pile of money (which he’ll be sleeping on in the shed if he doesn’t keep his room tidier). Though he also received an offer of a university place, for the Bachelor of Design, he’s declined in favour of working to save for the missionary work he is planning to undertake later this year. Currently, he expects to take up the design studies upon his return.
Per year of age, Mara might have the most going on in 2013. She’ll be studying for her final year of college/high school, undertaking two ballet exams — May and August — and auditioning for dance programs she hopes to enter next year. Usually it is one exam per year but, since she is an academic year ahead of her age-peers, she needs to cover both. This is also her last year of early-morning seminary. Next year should be interesting for her as well and this might well be her last at home for a while.
Ariana is still enjoying her high school studies and is looking forward to continuing them this year. In addition to her saxophone playing in the school band, she’ll be busy at church being president of her young women’s group (12 – 13 year olds) and is keen to start seminary. Both Ari and Mara will only have to go as far as the lounge room for this class.
As for Bryna, well she’ll be continuing with her ballet and schooling, both of which she thoroughly enjoys. She’s at a lovely, uncomplicated age.
Micah put an apple in his new pre-school lunchbox just after Christmas and for the past week has been bouncing around the house reminding everyone that he’ll be going. Two full days every week and three every other week is the schedule. He went up last Friday with Gaynor to meet the pre-school teacher and have a look around. He seemed very much at home and it only increased his desire to get there.
Happy to be GoingFinally, apart from my full-time job and church responsibilities, I’m finishing up the design and paperwork for the house extension, which we hope to complete in the next few months. Then it’s just the regular things like fixing the cars and motorcycle, making sure I have a job next year, raising the children and keeping out of trouble. Barring the last, they’ve been working out pretty well so far.
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Birthdays Abound
It’s that time of year when our main batch of birthdays are coming to a close. Mara’s 13th (19th of last month), Bryna’s 6th (30th), Joshua’s 16th (9th of this month) and mine (19th of this month) always seem to come thick and fast every year. Bryna’s and Joshua’s have warranted parties this year but just small family gatherings for Mara and myself. The birthday person always gets to pick the menu for the family dinner and it gives Gaynor a chance to justify some good time in the kitchen. Of course, the results are never disappointing. Mara went with lasagna, Bryna had shepherd’s pie, Joshua chose chili and this evening I’ll be enjoying cannelloni — one variety, walnut and ricotta cheese and the other, pork mince with Italian herbs — followed by an orange-infused butter cake with chocolate ganache. Hey I didn’t make the menu, I just have to live with the consequences 🙂
The whole family make it into the shot as Mara hits the teens. The girls ham it up for the camera at Bryna’s 6th birthday party. The family (plus a ring-in, can you tell which one?) at Bryna’s birthday dinner. Joshua’s party is this Saturday, with about a dozen friends coming to help celebrate with movies, games and tacos. There might be a blog post about it but more than likely one of the children will put something up on Facebook. Good times!
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I was walking down the street …
… when suddenly my spectacles’ prescription ran out. So said Steven Wright[1]. I always thought that was funny in an new-way-to-see-it kind of way but as with a number of things that reference US culture — usually The Simpsons — it’s funnier (and in this case, sadder) when you have even more knowledge of the environment from which it comes. To wit, corrective lens prescriptions actually do run out in the US.
Glasses — though I’m not sure about general reading spectacles — are treated more or less as a drug. Contact lenses are regulated by the US Food and Drug Administration and cannot be purchased without a current prescription, with lens prescriptions being valid for a year. This contrasts with my experience in Germany — not exactly noted for its free-wheeling market approach — where contact lenses were available off the rack in a supermarket. I assume they are regulated in some way, like many products, but their availability didn’t appear to be hampered. This statement quite surprised my optometrist who obviously knew of all the untold dangers an incorrect prescription might foist upon an unsuspecting victim. He was just a little hard pressed to give them when I asked what they were.
My point to him was: if you put on someone else’s glasses, immediately you know they are not right, even for subtly difference prescriptions. If you keep them on you merely get a headache, possibly a very big headache. If you persist even further and determinedly work through that migraine then — and here is the dangerous part — your brain simply adapts. This is quite a different danger to taking the wrong drug or dosage that might, say, cause your kidneys to fail or your stomach to start bleeding. If there are more severe consequences to purchasing contacts on an out-of-date prescription, please chime in. I’d hate to think my many German friends are needlessly and thoughtlessly exposing themselves.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe in having the correct prescription for your genetically (or otherwise) inferior eyes. When I made the jump to contacts a little while ago I had an eye examination and a couple of lessons on the fitting and care of them. I was pretty sure my prescription hadn’t changed and, when it came time to resupply in the US, I had trouble finding lenses in the stores. I was told by an optician friend that I would need a prescription before purchasing. Bit strange, I thought but no problem, I’ll get them online … however they do require you to disclose your optometrist. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a listing for that nice lady in Germany. Eventually, of course, I had to play the game, coughed up my money for, effectively, a lens subscription, but not without clear-sighted protestations. Oh, and my freshly-minted prescription is identical to my previous.
[1] Possibly.
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ITIN, you TIN, no TIN
As mentioned previously, one of the main aspects of moving internationally is becoming a part of, and learning new systems. Inevitably, one will encounter the tax system and figuring this one out can be a major achievement. Australian, Dutch and German tax systems were, for me, relatively straightforward. I have pretty simple financial affairs and have always completed and filed my own tax return. In the Netherlands, as in Australia, you can download a computer program (the Dutch have one for Linux, Mac and Windows) which asks you a series of questions, has you report certain numbers and then lets you submit it electronically, usually with a refund showing up in your bank account a few weeks to a month later. Even with my limited Dutch, I needed little help in completing it.
The US seem to have taken a different route, or not travelled there yet. When tax return time rolled around in April, and after looking through a bit of tax documentation, I determined that I needed professional help. I picked the name of a well-known tax agent organisation and gave them a call but because of my immigration status (non-immigrant alien) the average agent couldn’t help me and so I was eventually passed onto someone who could prepare my particular tax return form (a 1040NR). Since only I have a US Social Security number and in order to claim Gaynor and the children as dependants, we had to apply for Individual Tax Identification Numbers (ITIN, usually said ‘I-TIN’) for each of them.
1st application: Rejected due to uncertified proof-of-identity documentation. Needed to reply within 45 days.
* Certification of documentation not so straightforward since Californian public notaries cannot certify copies of documents. Eventually worked around this by having a public notary certify (and receive an oath) of my own affidavit that they are true copies. This appears to be acceptable to the IRS. I think they just care for the stamp. 🙂
* Before figuring out the workaround with the public notaries, I waited two hours in an IRS office in Laguna Niguel so that they could sight the documentation, thus circumventing the need for a public notary who could not certify document copies. Result: man at the counter told me he didn’t know if I was even allowed to apply for ITINs and it was my responsibility to go find out.
* Spoke to the IRS who told me I couldn’t get an extension to the 45 days but as long as it was postmarked within that time that it would be acceptable.
* Resubmitted with certified documentation, with letter sent certified mail and postmarked within the 45 day time limit (just).
* Received a letter shortly after stating that I had failed to respond within 45 days and that my return would be sent forward for processing.2nd application: Spoke with IRS about the 45-day-limit rejection letter. They suggested that the postmark had been ignored and that I should resubmit:.
* I prepare a new submission — knowing now how to get a public notary to ‘certify’ the documentation — but before I send that in (it takes me a few weeks to get everything done) I receive another letter stating that the 1st application has been rejected due to an unknown visa type.
* Letter didn’t actually state that it was an unknown visa type — I found that out after calling the IRS to discuss the letter. Apparently the E3 visa isn’t on their books. In all fairness, it has only been around for 3 years.
* IRS suggested that I resubmit the application but leave the visa information part of the form blank. The idea being that the visa information of Gaynor and the children was not needed to establish identity or eligibility to be in the country, only mine mattered.
* 2nd application aborted.3rd application: Resubmitted all forms and ‘certified’ documentation for Gaynor and the children, leaving their visa information blank, as suggested. Essentially, this is a completely new application.
* A few weeks later, received rejection notices saying that the application was outside the 45 day time limit and that the tax return would be sent forward for processing.
* Spoke with the IRS who had no real better suggestion than to tell us to make a new application. Could not answer my simple question of “And why would it be treated any differently this time?”
* Thinking I could get to the root of the problem and speak to the IRS Unit who actually handled the applications, I was told by the representative that there was no phone number I could contact them on. And the representative could only guess at the reasons based on the limited information they had access to.
* One IRS representative — who was the first one who had ever apologised for the difficulties — asked to speak with Gaynor, who is actually one of the submitters. After explaining most of the above history, Gaynor was put through to the legal department to ascertain her eligibility to actually apply for the ITIN. After speaking with legal, who confirmed her eligibility, she was put through to a representative who was going to make a note on her record so that when we personally went to the IRS to apply we wouldn’t be rejected based on the employee there not knowing so much. This final representative then informed Gaynor, when she finally got through, that she (the representative) had no way of knowing that Gaynor had just spoken with legal and could not make any such note.
* A week or so later I received a letter from the IRS stating that I owe them approximately $410 in taxes.Current status: Have not paid the claimed taxes yet. I distrust the ability of the IRS to return it when the ITINs are finally assigned. Not even sure the IRS can sort out the ITINs 🙂 In what we hope is the last resort, Gaynor and I are planning to visit an IRS office together and make the application personally. Hope springs eternal.
I used to think that Americans didn’t like paying taxes and hated the IRS for that reason. Now I’m more of the opinion that they hate paying taxes and hate the IRS because they are incompetent. I used to think that Americans, like most people, decried an increase in taxes but, having personally lived in countries with higher tax rates, I just thought they didn’t understand that generally one received more services for those tax dollars (or euros). Now I’m of the opinion that they don’t want to hand over more tax dollars because their incompetent bureaucracies have wasted what they already have, so why would you give them more?
These may be harsh opinions — and they may change as we live here longer — but I actually feel like we had less difficulties with German bureaucracy (even when done via the Dutch system) than we have had here.
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Ari and Fenton’s Theme Park Trip
One thing southern California doesn’t have in short supply is theme parks. Apart the the big and well known ones — Disneyland and Knott’s Berry Farm among them — there are plenty of smaller ones scattered about the place and all seem pretty popular. Recently, Ariana earned herself a free pass, from a Jump Rope for Heart fundraiser, for Castle Park. She gave me plenty of warning (nagging) that the day was coming up and that I was expected to attend with her. So Memorial Day weekend just her and I headed off for an afternoon of thrill rides and follow-on headaches. Ari pretty much picked the rides she wanted to go on and we had a great time, just the two of us. Gaynor and I try hard to make sure the children get individual attention, making time (even scheduling it) so that they don’t get lost in the crush.What is less fun however is removing a china egg cup after it has done the rounds with an in-sink garbage disposal unit. A child, who shall remain nameless, forgot to check the contents of the washing-up sink before draining and then later in the evening the same child threw the switch for the disposal unit instead of the light. Nasty crunching sound and a jammed disposal unit later found myself and some children with slender hands coaxing the remains of the egg cup back to the surface.
Remains of the Egg Cup and some of its friends that helped bring it back from the brink, err sink.