As many of you know, most mornings I wake up, pet my dog and say, “What do you want to do today?” This explains why, on Friday, I didn’t finish my taxes and, instead, took a metaphorical nap in the daffodils. Which is to say, I didn’t exactly nap in the daffodils, but I did some other stuff, more satisfying than taxes. That meant that I had to spend Sunday doing taxes. The news is about what I expected — minor pain in the grand scheme of things. It’s hard, at tax time, to look on the bright side, to say, “Well, the reason I owe is because I made more money than I expected last year.”
Now I get to do them a second time — to see if tweaking cuts the pain a bit. The first time is the worst, though; now I know how the movie ends, and what the scary parts are.
It didn’t help that Alan’s last words as he left today were, “I don’t see why it should be so complicated.” Easy for him to say; I’ve been doing his taxes since we got married. My sister’s comment was far more helpful: “Taxes are uncomplicated until you actually have some money. Then you have to work at least as hard as the people trying to take it away from you.”
Now that sounds like a Republican talking. I’m just a person who didn’t plan well for the rainy day.
The weekend kept me away from the computer, so no tasty linkage today. Maybe tomorrow.