Taxes

I hate taxes.

Every year I am forced to undergo the trauma of just trying to find what the accountant wants in order to report whatever it is the government wants to hear.  The first time I had to do the 1040, I finally was reduced after three months of ALL of my time and never being able to actually create the same paperwork twice to finally give up.  I took all of my data, all of my attempts, paperclipped it together and then wrote in crayon, "If this is so @#@# important, you figure it out."

A month later I got $10.39 back from the IRS and to this day I have no idea as to why.  They also charged me $16 to tell me that.  Whatever, it truly makes no sense to me.  Just random numbers that they say meaning something to them and therefore should be important to me.  I hate the thought that I am somehow liable for tax errors when I have proven a complete lack of any ability in math.  Sigh ....

This year, I took my stuff into the accountant as usual. Of course, even the closest check of having everything, still sent me back home for more stuff!  Aargh!

The accountant typed all of the various figures from meaningless boxes into his computer program and eventually, for the first time since 2001, actually get money back!  Go figure!  So, it looks like I am going to head to Denver later this year to visit my mean-cruel-ex-step-mother!  She is quite old, quite ill and although I would guess she has many years left in her (unlike my old mining partner I just visited with!), it would be good to see her.  Well, we will see.

But for now, I have to concentrate on the immediate - another antique show today I am setting up for, even as you read this in the early morning!  And then, no more antique shows!

I still have at least one arms show to do, in hope of liquidating my collection.  It may take two or three to get rid of everything.  But, if the shows are successful, I will much less in debt by the end of the end .... the goal.