Happiness Is
For me today, happiness is going to the accountant and leaving with a smile on my face. You know, if I could change one thing in my life, it would be that I would have handled money very differently -- or had the Hubs handle it -- and not have had the stress money has always caused me. Now that our income is so much less, I am fortunately taking wonderful happy pills (or else I have matured a great deal, which is far less likely), and I am just going with the flow. But I understand money so little, that each year, the trip to the accountant is like a trip for surgery, and I never know how it's going to come out. Whatever he tells me, I believe him, and it could go either way from year to year. Now it's over for this year, and no one is asking me to send them money I don't have. It doesn't get much better than that.
Have you ever read a book and you say to yourself as you're reading "If one more bad thing happens, I am walking away from this?" When I read Angela's Ashes, I said to myself "If one more baby dies, I'm outta here!" but no one else died, and I finished it. Well, I am loving Edgar Sawtelle, it's so beautifully written, but if there is anything else sad, I don't think I can take it. And I know it will. :<
I must get back to writing during the day, when my brain is still working. It's almost seven, and I have nothing left. But I may have a neat picture for you all tomorrow.
FRIENDS :: ENTRY #2005
READING: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by Davbid Wroblewski
How funny! My accountant phoned yesterday, because he thought that I had lost some investment income. He ended up by saying I had lost less than he had, and I'm fine.
ReplyDeleteI've never met the man. His daughter and mine are friends, and he had been doing her taxes for some time, when I decided that senior income is too complicated for me. For more than thirty years before that, I had been doing my own, our own, my parents'...
So I just gather figures all year and send them to him at the beginning of February. It's all good.