I have a love-hate relationship with paper. I love the feel of it. I love reading old-fashioned books and newspapers made of it. I love receiving a letter actually written on it. But I hate the way it multiplies. It seems no matter where I turn, it taunts me. From the desk. From the floor. From the files. From the shelf. From under the sink. (Actually, we don't have much under the sink, but I thought that made a good dramatic point.) 
And if you want to read between the lines from above, you will discover what I really mean is that I hate paperwork. And if you want to read between the words of the last line, you will discover what I really mean is that I hate doing the taxes. Someday, I will finish. Someday will not be soon enough. _____________________________________________________
Actually I am working on both our taxes and my parents taxes this year and everything is quite complicated. I
Oh dear, I'm thinking of you. The tax situation sounds very complicated.
ReplyDeleteIt is complicated. We're going this weekend to my parents house to gather more papers.
DeleteI feel awash in paperwork too. It feels so good when it is done.
ReplyDeleteIt's never really done, but the taxes have a definite deadline with the feeling of being done when they're completed. Do you have much paperwork with your goats?
DeleteOf course I empathise, having made my own paper piles public this week!
ReplyDeleteBecause I don't like doing it, I don't always keep up with the paperwork like I should. However, the taxes are whole different subject.
DeleteI can relate to this too; I just did my taxes and my parents' - and they were splitting pension income!
ReplyDeleteI don't think that my parents want me going into their taxes on my blog, but they have a complicated situation this year. More complicated than they have ever had before and I am having to learn a lot as I go along. It seems, however, that most of the time I am confused.
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