A Taxing Day

I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed so I did our taxes. If that isn’t nonsensical, I don’t know what is. The annual task usually makes me extremely grumpy, but this year it acted as a respite that allowed me to focus on something other than current world events.

This afternoon, Makiya and I went out and indulged in a little G&G (grandmother/granddaughter) time with a smattering of retail therapy. We had a great time together! It’s the first Saturday since the mask mandates have been dropped in British Columbia and, though there were still plenty of masks being worn, it felt so refreshing to see people’s faces again.

I’m exhausted after our little expedition and look forward to a quiet evening enjoying take-out pizza for supper and some British detective TV later. What started out as a day when I said half-joking that I felt like I was going to have a heart attack from the pressure I was feeling is ending up peaceful and quiet. Plus, I got our taxes done. Bonus.



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. What can I do to help that stress level? Pray for both of us to calm down, I guess. I really do know how you feel. Two days ago I sat here knowing I not followed through on a couple of things, and instead I decided I should go to our bedroom, close the blinds to darken the room, and take a long nap. I did that and still didn’t feel any less taxed, stressed, or worried, depressed, upset, ready to cry. I did mention to Bob your evening plans, which is something we’ve done during the pandemic. He’s off to pick up a pizza soon, and we’ll be watching Inspector Lindley tonight on BritBox. I’ll be thinking of you four, plus the pooches.

  2. I could have the same reaction the contrary of what is supposed to be “normal” I panicked last year because it was a very long time I hadn’t done tax declarations ! at leastt 40 years then Rick took it over. Now that he is confused and doesn’t have his head anymore I had to do it myself but everything had changed, I just couldn’t catch up. On top he had forgottten the year 2019 apparently his Parkinson had already got him. Fortunately a friend of a friend who is in the tax “business” had pity with me and managed that I didn’t have a fine to pay and did it for me. So I will ask him this year again. He loves Champagne so I bought him two bottles as he didn’t want any money !

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