"Oh Indentured Me"....February 11, 2000

"Oh Indentured Me"....February 11, 2000

Late Evening...

...It storms. I awoke early this morning to the beginnings of what turned out to be an all day snow fall fest for Mother. As the day began, her winter fair was in full swing, with thick, blowing snow that made it treacherous to drive my overnight client to school. As the day progressed, the fiesta began losing breath, to the point that now, as I glance out the office window, I see big cotton like puffs of precipitation falling slowly and gracefully to the ground. There is a majestic quality to this late eve, mild temperatures beckon playful, shut in spirits of all ages to amble in an eerie quietude, clouds which reflect an amber, air brushed glow from the streetlights below seem to consume the sky, and the gentle falling flakes which blur the visage catch city lights like millions of tiny falling stars before coating the landscape in a brilliant, fresh white carpet.

Yet, ironically, it is still so dark.

I returned physically unscathed from my trek to the back woods this morning after taking my overnight client to school; all during the drive I kept telling myself that it was time for a four wheel drive. I knew that it would be a long time coming as The Goddess and I then finished itemizing my expense receipts for the account who is doing my taxes. It was a struggle to motivate myself to finish the task instead of returning to bed; I have to get up at 6:00am on Fridays after all. Nevertheless, I had been promising the accountant the receipts for a week now, and wanted to finally get the totals sent off over email. Revenue and Customs Canada has been getting rather insistent with me over the return, which was another factor in my haste to complete the task. It is my 1997 taxes we are talking about, after all, and I do not want to spend this Christmas in jail over tax evasion.

Part of the delay in this while process was my gross disorganization. The office had piles and piles of paper, files, sticky notes, receipts, and other office like items scattered everywhere: on the desk, on the floor, in drawers, on ledges, and on book cases. It was getting difficult to walk into the little space, let alone work constructively. Making matters worse was the fact that during the renovations and subsequent move of Herself, the room became a drop zone for items lacking a permanent home. However, throughout this last week, The Goddess generously went through the entire room, organized everything, and found all necessary papers regarding not only the 1997 tax return, but 1998 and 1999 as well. My office is a happy place and an organized space now.

And The Goddess is so pleased with herself that I think there will be petitions for a national holiday to honour the occasion.

I came home from work yesterday afternoon to an exhausted and cranky wife, largely due to her working on the office. She then became very upset with me when I did not practically get down on my knees and not just beg her to accept my thanks, but kiss her ass while I was down there. I did express to her my appreciation for the hard work that it involved, but that was not enough it seemed. I guess the duties wreaked havoc on her nappy time. I had to remind her that we are a team, and that doing things for each other are part of loving and living together. I told her that after over a month of sleeping in and napping intermittently, which I fully supported, I did not think it unreasonable to ask her to follow through with her offer to do the office. After all, I said, I have not heard any appreciation for going to work every day.

This was enough to give her pause, which gave me pause, as well, long enough to brace myself for the ensuing tirade. I finally got a good indication that her increase in medication was the way to go as she agreed with me, and then went on her way to finish up the little details in the office that needed attending to.

Thank the Spirits for Paxil.

And thank you, my Goddess...

....Blessed Be...