At 10 we went to our accountant to look at our taxes. He looks at the computer screen for a while and says, half to himself, "hmmmm--uh oh", which always means we will have to pay. I thought that leaving my high paying nursing job for a low paying teaching job would have made a difference, but it doesn't. I was bummed out for a while, but it didn't last too long.
We came back and worked cleaning out the rest of the rooms. I have 8 boxes of LPs, which are really heavy. I have been hauling them around for years and years. I should get rid of them. I can remember back when my only home furnishings were some boards stacked on top of concrete blocks, which held my stereo, and stacks and stacks of albums. I don't think I would exchange the comforts of my life now for those days, but there is a certain simplicity to it all that I miss.
All our stuff is stacked up in the living room. The other rooms are so neat and uncluttered now. I am hoping we can maintain that a bit after this is all done. We shall see.
This afternoon I attended a board meeting for the nursing alumni association. I have mentioned previously that it was in danger of extinction because it was pretty much the class of 1959 and me. I had created a Facebook page and was able to attract some of my friends, and now one of my former students is the treasurer, and a former co-worker is the secretary. One of my current students is helping with recruitment, and we have a very dynamic woman who has stepped up to be the president. Everyone is relieved that we have some new blood to carry on for the time being.
I came home and taped up the office so I can start painting tomorrow. I can't remember the last time I painted a room, but some of my ancestors were painters, so it is in the blood. I guess.