You thought Portnoy had a complaint ...
I am in the midst of preparing the tax return for my parents, which has taken a few turns for the dramatic due to the US Mail failing to forward materials as due. I just filed an extension, giving me more time, so that is a positive. Still, I find it frustrating not to be able to get this done and over with so I can stop thinking about it. Since my father passed in November it has been an endless procession of closing out stock accounts, making claims for life insurance benefits, rearranging Social Security and pension payments for my mother's benefit, working with a trust account, and now we approach the end of the process with filing of taxes. Let no one kid you - while both death and taxes are inescapable, death AND taxes is a combination that will leave you exhausted.
This has dug up stuff relating to my father in my subconscious. I keep having dreams about trying to help him through disability and dementia (which is odd, as he never had dementia). The dreams are full of details I won't discuss here, but none of them are pleasant. My hope is that when this is done I can sink into a state of forgetfulness for a while, and focus on my own life. Everyone else in the family has been able to do so - I'm the one who has been stuck attending to the details since he passed. I'm tired of it, and getting cranky.
Honestly, it's spring time. All I want to do is look at the delicious calves that are appearing all over the place as men put on their shorts for the first time. You should have seen SuperDaddy with his kids at the supermarket yesterday - he stopped me dead in my tracks in awe. I want shallowness, I want superficial silliness, I just want to be out with a drink in one hand and laughing with friends. I don't want this gloom anymore. Think of me what you will - but I want this responsibility done and to deal with things at my own pace, and even to completely forget for a while if I want to. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.
Besides, bad persons can be so much fun as long as they are good at it.
And I never said I was a good person.
My head is also in a bit of a hidey hole at the moment, in which while I am peripherally aware of the state of the world I am having a lot of trouble caring. The entire edifice could collapse into ruins, but it likely won't happen for a few years yet, and considering their behavior Americans would only get what is their just due. So I'm letting it all go for a while. At the next election I will of course vote, but up till then I could scarcely give a toss. You voted for this mess, you got it. Now live with it, you idiotic sheep who vote against your own interests. If I need to I can emigrate on a moment's notice and claim citizenship in Britain, so I am not stuck here.
All that negativity said ...
Today, when I was coming back from the accountant, the sun was strong, the air was thick with humidity and warm, and there was a lot of male skin on display. It made me walk slowly back towards the office, savoring the feeling of hope after the winter of doom and ice. I will savor the warm season like a sommelier with the vintage of his dreams.
Here's to spring!
This has dug up stuff relating to my father in my subconscious. I keep having dreams about trying to help him through disability and dementia (which is odd, as he never had dementia). The dreams are full of details I won't discuss here, but none of them are pleasant. My hope is that when this is done I can sink into a state of forgetfulness for a while, and focus on my own life. Everyone else in the family has been able to do so - I'm the one who has been stuck attending to the details since he passed. I'm tired of it, and getting cranky.
Honestly, it's spring time. All I want to do is look at the delicious calves that are appearing all over the place as men put on their shorts for the first time. You should have seen SuperDaddy with his kids at the supermarket yesterday - he stopped me dead in my tracks in awe. I want shallowness, I want superficial silliness, I just want to be out with a drink in one hand and laughing with friends. I don't want this gloom anymore. Think of me what you will - but I want this responsibility done and to deal with things at my own pace, and even to completely forget for a while if I want to. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.
Besides, bad persons can be so much fun as long as they are good at it.
And I never said I was a good person.
My head is also in a bit of a hidey hole at the moment, in which while I am peripherally aware of the state of the world I am having a lot of trouble caring. The entire edifice could collapse into ruins, but it likely won't happen for a few years yet, and considering their behavior Americans would only get what is their just due. So I'm letting it all go for a while. At the next election I will of course vote, but up till then I could scarcely give a toss. You voted for this mess, you got it. Now live with it, you idiotic sheep who vote against your own interests. If I need to I can emigrate on a moment's notice and claim citizenship in Britain, so I am not stuck here.
All that negativity said ...
Today, when I was coming back from the accountant, the sun was strong, the air was thick with humidity and warm, and there was a lot of male skin on display. It made me walk slowly back towards the office, savoring the feeling of hope after the winter of doom and ice. I will savor the warm season like a sommelier with the vintage of his dreams.
Here's to spring!