It was more fun than going to Albuquerque

[indigo_rose99]

We have a new way to describe a bad weekend. "Well, it was more fun than going to Albuquerque!"

Yep, that was our weekend.

It did have several quite redeeming elements.

• Friday night I hosted a craft night. During it I went through my mother's painting supplies (mostly trash, but a few pleasant surprises), my brother's art supplies (quite a few pleasant surprises) and combined them all in my own. I consolidated, rearranged, put like with like, and generally made everything take up less space and be easier to find/use.


• Saturday T started working on our taxes. Yes, I have done our taxes for the entire 20+ years of our being together. But this year is That Bad. I delegated. While he worked on entering numbers into Turbo Tax and cursing at questions he didn't understand, I started putting the newly organized art supplies away. And cleaned house. And did laundry. I did try to be sympathetic to his frustration at entering his stock sales. *sympathy...sympathy....nowyouknowhowIfeeleveryyear.... no!no!SYMPATHY!... mmmmmmm*


• Saturday night we went to a birthday celebration murder mystery theatre. It was nice to see everyone. Plus I learned that I am not cut out to be a detective. My brain does not work this way. Oh, well. I can still enjoy the books and TV shows.


• Sunday we woke early and went running. We tried to make copies of keys (G estate) and went grocery shopping. Then T went back to work on the taxes. He reached a point where he felt like he was not actually being helpful (about 60% of the way through it) and handed it off to me. I finished our taxes. Then did my brother G's taxes. I never appreciated living in Texas until I had to do taxes for someone in another state... Bleh, New Mexico state taxes!


• We had dinner with Dad. Which we do many Sunday nights. It was a nice break from the taxes. For once T had the booze. Perhaps taxes wore him out?

This morning I finished making copies of keys (some key formats are more difficult than others) and mailed the keys off to the estate seller. Oh, yes, and worked. Did I mention weekdays involve work?

So taxes, done. Keys, sent off. Friends seen, friends seen, family seen. Check, check, check. Yeah, I know, the taxes are not fun so why is this a redeeming element?  Having this sort of thing hanging over me makes me.... uncomfortable. Cranky.

I'm really tired. Can I have another weekend to rest up from this last one?

Comments

[reedrover]

It reads as a very positive and productive weekend from this side...

[indigo-rose99.livejournal.com]

Ah, my smoke screen is working, good!

[livingdeb.livejournal.com]

No, you may not. Sorry. As the mafia guys like to say, "You're coming with us." (Hey, it beats swimming with the fishes.)

(Heh, I'm being all mysterious. Sorry, other readers.)