It’s income tax time. Ulp!
Time to do a year’s worth of bookkeeping in a couple of days—the wages of procrastination.
Every year I make a solemn pledge to post my receipts as soon as they come in, and every year I end up going through 12 months of bank statements at the last moment.
Fortunately, I can download my bank accounts to my bookkeeping program, so it helps a bit.
It has been on the edge of comfortable and uncomfortable all week. The forecast has good numbers, but as usual it depends on what we get with it. A cool breeze can knock a 70-degree forecast down to 67 in a hurry.
Today is not bad, so I am in the gazebo.
Talk about Karma … When I first moved into this neighbourhood it was primarily populated by retired people, and the only young family was across the street. Now I’m surrounded by dogs and kids. There is even a daycare outfit opened across the street!!
The operator is a young matron who did a fine job of spoiling her kid rotten, and now she is passing on her questionable skills to a half-dozen others.
Did you know that a kid can generate a noise level of 110 decibels, which is the same level as a rock conert? It’s true—I can swear to it.
Back to bookkeeping and then writing.
More next time.