Relay: A Taxing Season
So it is March, and I really need to organize my tax stuff because this year it is going to be a bit complicated. Well, this year it’s going to be really complicated. So I have to go get to it, but it’s Sunday and there are so many things to do on my honey-do list:
Clean the inside of the dishwasher
Clean the birdbaths
Rake the winter deadfall
Sharpen pencils
Go to the dump
Sharpen pencils
Pat the cat
Feed the birds
Go for a drive
Sort old photos
Stack magazines
Dust
Clean out the freezer
Make soup
Sharpen garden tools
Oil the squeaky wheel
Feed the birds
Sort laundry
Change the sheets
Do another load of laundry
Iron napkins
Take out the newspapers
Brush the cats
Dust everything
Shake out the rugs
Check emails
Check Facebook
Check Twitter
Look at Instagram
Take pictures of anything
Sweep the porch
Wash anything that will hold still
Trim some forsythia for forcing
Trim some forsythia
Watch the news
Watch the weather channel
Watch TCM, whatever is playing
Water the plants
Water the plants I missed the first time
Clean the oven
Clean the fridge
Tidy under the kitchen sink
Sew on a button
Hem those pants
Get the cat hair off the black clothes
Throw away old makeup
Hang that picture
Hang the other one too
First clean the glass
Find the nails and the hammer
Sweep the porch
Sweep the deck
Vacuum the car
Vacuum the house
Sort my photos
Go to the gym
Sweep the steps
Make a list of things that need doing
Call a friend
Call the tree guy
Call the grass guy
Pay bills
Call another friend
Check emails again
Check Facebook again
Find all the cat toys
Plump the cushions
Take a walk
Take another one
Oops, ran out of (fill in the blank); gotta get to the (fill in the blank) store
Make some tea
Drink the tea
Read the paper
Try to do the crossword puzzle
Take a nap
Look at the clock.
Oh my, it’s too late to start on the taxes now. It’s getting dark, but, my, doesn’t the house look nice? They call it spring cleaning, but really it’s tax-avoidance cleaning. Maybe tomorrow I will call the tax guy and get an extension, because there is just no time.
Durell Godfrey is a contributing photographer to The Star.