Taxes

Everyone I’ve spoken to in the past few days is deep in the mire of sorting out their taxes. These are all people who have an external tax preparer, so the hours they are spending on this grim task are BEFORE a professional actually starts to work on them.

Makes me nostalgic for when I filed taxes in England: they sent me a statement, asked me to review it and let them know if I disagreed, and it was all done. Five minutes. The millions of dollars that are spent every year just so people can get their taxes filed — not counting the thousands, nay millions, of hours of thankless slog just to get them in — are a capitalist absurdity.

The drawings at right are of my siblings as we went through my mother’s tax records for the fourth? fifth? time today. Now to work on ours.