Above: Scenes around San Diego. Joy with a cow…of course.
Daughter Connie is flying home to Virginia today. I’m happy she decided to fly midweek as a winter storm, big or little, take your pick, is threatening the East Coast. In all probability, whatever finally materializes will affect NY and New England more than it affects us here in the Nation’s capital. That’s usually the case except for one or two storms in previous years that actually were life threatening. Nevertheless, whatever business is being done will grind to a screeching halt. That’s the way of it hereabouts.
Meanwhile, I have yet to take down my tiny Christmas tree, and pay January bills. snowed in, this will be my project. Sadly, I spend far too much time procrastinating.
David and I tried to talk about the 2015 federal taxes,but it was almost hopeless. He can’t remember what he said 2 minutes ago and I can’t follow his logic.
For example, I have begun to create file folders for various categories of receipts and have folders for 2015 and 2016. He wanted to load the 2014 stuff into the Turbo Tax software and said he gave me the disc from last year, but I have no such thing on hand. Thus he must load the information by hand. So, he asked me for the 2014 paper files. I had a file folder marked 2014, but it was for taxes based on the year 2013. And so it went as we tried to find common ground.
To top it off, we each received a form from the IRS verifying we had health insurance. This form must be filed with our tax year 2015 forms to be completed in 2016. Ditto everything else it seems. What a mess.
I’ve been trying to learn more about tax preparation …just because I should understand how he has been doing them. I always prepared the household taxes before I married him, and don’t want to be ignorant if and when I have to do them again.
When asked how she was getting along, BJ, whose husband Joe died last year, said she is managing to “pay the bills.” She tells me she has a new tax rate because she’s a single filer, i.e., widow. “The IRS and county don’t give you a break,” she says. She’s gone from a ten percent to a twenty-five percent federal bracket with Joe gone. And she lost half of her household income.
The other fun experience in our Metro area is the property tax which keeps increasing. The rate stays the same year after year, but the land value increases (as the houses deteriorate). So, we pay more taxes and the local politicians can claim they held taxes down. Ha Ha…tell that to one of the widows around here.
After our water aerobics class this morning, we had a birthday party for KK. Cake, cupcakes, jelly beans and coffee. I had the delicious lemon and fruit bundt cake. Karen, our 70+ instructor took photos. Most of us are retired and dealing with deteriorating bodies. Several are widowed. A great group of gals. Karen checked the roster as she will notify us if class is cancelled Friday. “You’re still on the roster,” she told me. “We knew you’d be back,” said BJ.