Easy Come, Easy… We were at the accountant’s yesterday. Tax time. The woman assigned to us handed Naomi her tax forms first. She owed a little to one of the governments. Nothing unusual. When it came to my turn, there were substantial refunds coming from both governments, Federal and Provincial. They totaled over $4,600. This… Continue reading Easy Come, Easy…
Err, not that I’m implying that I’ve gained any of the above virtues for having gone through what I have. In fact, the struggle seems to have more or less cemented in my mind, fairly or unfairly, that when it comes to physical pain and discomfort, I’m not a paragon of strength, more like a big almost-61-year-old baby.
After intermission, we listened to some mournful Tchaikovsky. I looked down into the notes: oh no, there were going to be many movements!
And if I never really, really thanked that lady who helped me out with some timely advice that day many, many years ago, I like to send out that thanks to her now, wherever she might be in the Universe.
Now we share our house with them. At the expense of sounding idolatrous, I sense that the emanations coming from this powerful couple is wholly positive and sacred and, as they are now a part of our family, I hope that their life-supporting influence in our already beautiful and serene home will increase what is already a very spiritual place.