This morning I’m going to my accountant’s office to have my yearly taxes done.
Oh, joy. Taxes. That necessary evil we all tend to worry about.
Yesterday I went through everything I’d need to take with me. I took the time to add long lines of numbers on a calculator and do them twice to make sure.
The Chair In Front Of The Desk:
At his office, I will sit in a chair in front of his desk. He will ask the typical questions and I will refer to my sheets of paper where everything is written down in my nearly indecipherable handwriting.
After that, I will sit quietly, my heart kind of skidding along, worrying how big the numbers he comes up with will be. Then I’ll write 2 checks from my checking account; one to the state and one to the federal government.
That amount of time that I sit there as he checks off things and adds them up is similar to driving to have a root canal done. Wondering how painful it’s going to be once you get there.
Taxes are a tedious but fundamental part of life.
What do they say? Death and taxes are the two things that you can always depend on?
Compulsive Factoid Collector:
Naturally, being the compulsive factoid collector that I am, I Googled it:
Nothing is certain but death and taxes is a proverb that means one cannot avoid the inevitable, that certain things in life are common to all men and cannot be avoided. A man may not escape death, and a man cannot escape paying taxes. The origin of the phrase is generally attributed to Benjamin Franklin.
Well, that makes sense.
Most likely while you are reading this, I am sitting in that straight-back chair as I mentally work my pretend worry beads in my hands.
Yes, I looked that up as well…
What is the purpose of worry beads?
The string of beads is known as worry beads or komboloi, which Greeks use to soothe themselves, especially during difficult times. Worry beads or komboloi are loosely based on prayer beads that are used in different religions to keep track of prayers and calm the mind.
I have this habit of looking up obscure things. Things that probably will never matter.
I think perhaps it’s to calm my mind.
Cracks In The Sidewalk:
In a way it reminds me of not stepping on the sidewalk cracks as a child, worrying about breaking my mother’s back.
I considered my granny my mother, and she was old. So it was especially important to my young self not to let my shoe in any way touch that jagged crack.
That she was going to die was something I already knew, because she had the tendency to remind me about it often enough.
I still have a bit of anxiety about stepping on sidewalk cracks.
That habit sort of followed me into adulthood and remains something I’m very aware of to this day.
Where I Probably Am Right Now:
I am probably sitting in that straight-back chair in front of my accountant’s desk thinking about those cracks in the sidewalk at this very moment.
Trying not to step on sidewalk cracks became an acrobatic test of sorts. And you know, the brain is funny that way. Once you intensely recall something, you’re not likely to ever forget it.
Even more so, you’re not likely to allow yourself to ease up on not stepping on those cracks. Because of course this habit is meaningless except for that little kernel of space it occupies in your head.
Yes, this is another ramble of a post. Sorry.
Compulsive Habits Are Often Irresistible:
I am also a little compulsive about saying or writing a word and then immediately thinking about all the things that word can mean.
For instance, let’s take the word “rambler.”
A rambler can be a house. A ranch-style house.
It can be a person who walks for pleasure.
A rambler can also be a weak-stemmed plant that straggles over other vegetation.
It can also mean a person who lacks organization in his or her speech or writing.
I’m rambling because I’m already a little nervous about sitting in that chair and waiting and fidgeting while he looks up everything about the current tax codes.
And then he’ll look up at me and either smile or frown.
Actually, now that I think about it, he always smiles. Whether it’s bad news or good news, he makes it a practice to smile.
So I never know what’s coming next.
Quirks Of Nature (And Other BS):
Did you know that there is something called: 10 Quirks Of Nature That’ll Make You Scratch Your Head? Yes, it is an online article that popped up.
Naturally, I had to read it. Another one of my quirks. I often follow the bouncing ball (Google) wherever it leads.
And here is that list of 10 Quirks Of Nature That’ll Make you Scratch Your Head:
- The origin of life
- Light Pillars
- Cambrian Explosion
- Immortal species
- Basking Sharks
I tend to be one who rambles when I’m a bit nervous. And I come up with all kinds of unnecessary details that really don’t pertain to the subject matter.
And yes, I was that kid who sometimes not only read the dictionary but the encyclopedia as well.
I’ll be back tomorrow. When I will be in a different frame of mine because my taxes are done and my checks are on their way to their destinations.