Tax Time

We deferred our taxes to October 15, which is the latest we can turn them in. Of course, despite my pleadings, Eric has not provided me with the papers we need to do this (our renters threw out our mail, so most of the tax forms we need have disappeared), so I have had to figure out ways to make them appear, but it turns out that the limiting factor is that somewhere amongst our hundreds of boxes in four storage stashes, there is a bunch of files detailing my income from my private practice, and that is what is essential for us now. Eric made several trips to Daphne's house to bring back boxes, each of which we checked for the necessary papers. Nothing from Daphne's or the garage or the basement or the sunroom or from Eric's office yielded anything. I focussed on getting everything together while Eric went back and forth. He truly wanted to do research work, there being so much on his plate and so much pressure on him to accomplish far too much in too short a time, but he patiently went back and forth. On the other hand, I have been nagging about taxes for a time, never having been comfortable with deferring them anyway, and as is typical for Eric, he does not do anything until the last moment, when he has no choice. Which is now.

I had wanted to finish up some CME credits again today, (there was a daylong conference at Sheppard Pratt about YOuth Substance Abuse and Comorbidity, which looked good and is certainly relevant for my practice. Instead, after dropping Maya and her friend Sarah at Peabody, I took my usual hot vinyasa power yoga class, caught up with phonecalls at the office, and then began the tax journey. By the end of the beautiful sunny autumn day, after our unsuccessful search, I finally put together all that I had, and had Eric fedex it to our accountant in Salt Lake. I have used him for almost 20 years, and trust him, so I still do. I will have to devote some time tomorrow to more searching.

Meanwhile, tonight Eric and Maya and I babysat Noah and Susie's children, Genna and Jonah, ages 3 and 19 months. They are off to Seattle for a sabbatical next week, and needed a break from the children. Maya loves to take care of little ones, and is now asleep on the couch with Eric, who is still recovering from his trip to Blacksburg.