Of all the diversions of life,
there is none so proper to fill its empty spaces
as the reading of useful and entertaining authors.
It is tax time again. Sitting at the table surrounded by piles of papers, receipts, a calculator, and a nice new pencil which I took the time to sharpen perfectly, I scribble. The word “Neatly” pops into my head remembering my accounting teacher in high school. The new eraser is used, and then “neatly”, I write on the ledger page, January 5, 2015. Tractor store……$725. My finger slides over, then under the column labeled equipment parts, I write that number once again.
My memory slips back to last January. The winds were so cold, and there was so much snow, we were ploughing out most every day. With those bitter temperatures, we needed to plug the block heater of the tractor in every night, guaranteeing that it would be able to start up in the morning. The cows need to be fed every morning and we always counted on that tractor to start.
Needless to say, this receipt tells the story all by itself. ‘Block heater and hoses’ oh yes, it was a nasty day and a nasty week, but My Hero took care of it like he always does. We soon forgot the day and that trouble, then moved on “To the next order of business, or trouble” as my Grandma used to say. Farmers have to do that, I pretty sure everyone has to do that.
Our snows finally came. I sit here writing numbers in this ledger, with the views of the snow and those trees off in the distance. My mind drifts off to early this morning while feeding and checking the cows. The ledger book was waiting on the table, in my kitchen. I could see the house from where I was standing, amongst the cows. Meaning; I knew there would be no time, for venturing out on my snowshoes into the uninhabited by humans bush that I love.
It would have been my first exploration of the year, on snowshoes. I disliked these books early this morning already. They had stolen my time. Well, that is not exactly fair to say. If you were paying attention, you would have read that I am recording January of last year. I only have myself to blame. It seems I am not only distracted but a procrastinator too.
Anyway, back to this morning. I always find the time to slip into the trees if only for a moment. I have never been disappointed in what I find back there. It has such a calming effect on me. The snow was sticking to the sides of the trees and the branches that hung over my head held the freshly fallen snow. It was so quiet except for the sound of cows munching on the hay. The sun was up and the light shimmied through the trees to warm the girl standing under the trees, dreaming of doing anything but those books waiting.
Oh yes, it is tax season again. Next year I am going to do it monthly so it won’t interfere with my time. I said that last year too. My accounting teacher would laugh. I failed her class because apparently, she believed I was distracted.
Some things never change. Now, where was I?