Tax Day
Yesterday was tax day. I dropped off all the paperwork at my accountant's house so he could prepare the tax returns for my mother's living trust and my personal income. He told me he would have the forms ready to sign in a couple of weeks. It'll be $750 well spent as far as I'm concerned.
The older I get, the more things I'm willing to pay someone to do for me. I used to do my own tax preparation. Now I have an accountant. I used to change my own oil. Now it's JiffyLube. I used to cut my own hair. Now I have a guy do it for me. I still do my own painting and wallpapering, my own lawn mowing and snow shoveling, my own plumbing and electric. But I can see the writing on the wall. Things are changing. It won't be too long before the cashier at the Safeway gets a different answer to the question: "Mr. White, would you like someone to help you carry your bags to the car?"
"You're goddam right, sonny! And make it snappy! See that you don't break my eggs."
K-
The only thing I've given up, so far, is the oil change. Sliding under the vehicle, disposing of the oil, and dealing with the inevitable spill are all problems for someone else now. It's worth paying the extra $10. I used TurboTax this year but will go back to pencil and paper next year. I see the writing on the wall, too, Kem. My heavy lifting days are nearly over. Wonder if we'll have a place to add a tip on our grocery store receipt.