Scarlett, where are you?tangential

April 15, 2007

One would think from the cold and the rain, the ongoing rain and cold, that it were November, February, March. Something appropriate. The cruelest month indeed, though a rapport with the weather lady was never Eliot's intent. I digress yet again. Taxes, I meant to talk about taxes.

A good day, all this cold and rain, a good day —thirtieth college reunion aside for the moment— for mundanities. Taxes. Tea parties. This year's ritual unfolds not as nicely as it has done. My sister —"So how was the reUNion? did you have FUN?!"— has just suggested TurboTax, simply to avoid the inevitable headaches of the pencil, the manual calculations, the pencil sharpener, the recalculations.

Note to self, in next life avoid opting for older sisters notably prone to offer what almost always proves to be notably logical advice. Very annoying.

It is getting late. Each time I review the numbers (which is to say, the calculations, did I mention how petty numbers are, I should have done) I find another form on which I forgot to update something or other. To think that once I contemplated, even undertook graduate school for, batted my eyes at the notion of, a CPA certificate neatly matted and framed and hanging on the wall.

I brood. The amount in question is $89.95 or something or other. Do I really want to deal with this now? A plague on sisterly advice. TurboTax Home & Business Download for Win w/ Free State Download. Consider it bookmarked. I shall think about it tomorrow. In the morning. After all, tomorrow is another day. Sigh.