I decided I couldn’t face the young engineers who fill my class without doing my own taxes this year. Last year, Sydney and I had some messy stuff going on, but this year it seemed fairly straightforward. So my calculator and I got familiar once again. Adam, you still have my graphing calculator and I want it back sometime . . . perhaps before I kick the bucket? Think of it as a birthday present you know I’ll like.
I thought I would complete the online forms, but they quickly proved inept at understanding the intricacies of Sydney’s international status, so I’m filling out forms by hand, just as I’ve seen my dad do for many a year. I have to say, I managed to get through the federal forms in a nicer frame of mind than the one I usually see him in, but I’m guessing that not having kids, stocks, a house, or, well, many of life’s trappings make my job a lot easier than his. After all, the government isn’t particularly interested in our collection of books . . . and oh how different things would be if it were!
Erin
Alan Schmierer