February 1st, 2005
I love a tax preparer….
Sigh.
That makes the first four months of the year a lonely time for me. Given that we don’t live in the same state, you might be tempted to shrug and say, “Six of one…”–but now we’re not just physically separated, we’re psychically separated by columns of numbers dancing in her head, exhausting her and narrowing her focus to data that will fit into all those little boxes.
It’s a month into the season, and I’m recognizing the signs of tax-related alienation of affection…I’m getting petulant and feeling neglected. I can never get her on the phone, because she’s always “with a client” (damn them! Do your own freakin taxes!). When I do get her, she’ll dismiss me peremptorily after five minutes, with none of the sweet longing that usually characterizes our interchanges–or, if she’s at home, she’ll say, “Hon, I’m fadin’..” and yawn and off to bed she goes. Without missing me.
The good news is, this isn’t my first year at this, so I know that come April it’ll be all hearts and flowers once again…if I can just find enough ways to sublimate ’til then. Thank the goddess for blogspot.com.
