You do understand that everything is fine, lovely, grand, but for the weather and those damn tax forms, right? I mean, the cats aren't happy, and the few blooming daffodils are downright miserable, and the bird song outside is silenced by the falling snow, so I'm not the only one griping about the wet stuff that keeps coming down, all night all day. But we're fine! Really good! Except for the weather and tax forms.
(pathetic)
It's not the kind of snow you can ski on. It's wet. It's slushy. You're better off just giving it up with the great outdoors today. My walk to the barn in the morning is rushed...
(unhappy chickens: windy, wet and altogether unpleasant out there!)
I fix breakfast (well, Ed spoke up too late to have me fix the usual bowl of fruits, so he's stuck with just an orange and scraps from my cinnamon roll)...
And then I sit down to the last arm of the tax project: my Wisconsin taxes. You always think the state ones should be easy peasy and they never are. This time at least I am not seduced by the new online filing system (that I used for my mother's Wisconsin taxes). It's a stinky operation with many bugs in it. I fill out standard forms and print them out with the intent of mailing them, the old fashioned way: with stamps, in a mailbox. Except the bundle is fat and I don't have a big envelope for it. Ed tells me -- just stick it in a regular old envelope. And if it's too fat at the creases, bite on it. That's what I do. It's very satisfying. Leaves teeth marks!
What's the postage for this fat envelope? It weighs 2.8 ounces. I'm putting on three stamps. Think that's enough?
Let me check.... Actually, you only need two.
Too late. I stuck on three.
Hand it over -- I'll take one off and use it on mine.
Ed is very frugal.
I mail the last of the tax forms in a regular old envelope, teeth marks and all. With two stamps.
And now I am done with the whole mess until next year.
Now, could we have some good weather please? No? Not today? Can I bargain for tomorrow? Not then either?
Fine, I'll be patient. April requires a lot of patience.
By the time I pick up the kids at school, the snow feels like nothing more than a wet annoyance on your clothes, your face. And the driveway is in its worst state of muddiness. No one wants to pause for photos or take photos!
Well, until the evening drop off at the little brother's school. Now's my chance to finally get Sandpiper into the act! (Sparrow is off in search of his buddy who still attends this school.)
Nice to know that tomorrow, the snow showers will end and the tax forms will be but a distant memory. April brings us plenty of rewards if you just hang in there and don't expect the best, each and every day.
