Well my evening didn't quite go as planned. We met at the tax place. The meeting was actually going well. We were talking and laughing a little while the guy got our numbers crunched. Like everyone else we were hoping for a nice return. That's when the bomb hit us. We owed federal and state wasn't very much. All said and done we about broke even. Money has always put a lot of stress on us. Tax time was always good to us and provided some much needed relief. To have it fall so short this year, was beyond disappointing. We left in a totally different attitude. Got into our cars and went to separate places. We began texting about what a huge disappointment this was. My W told me that she cried almost all the way home. This tore me apart. Just feels like more gas on the fire. I'm applying for a part-time job today. Finances need to become a back-burner issue, not so controling in our marriage. I think it is hard for her to think about us when she is so stressed about money and work.
Here is a poem that my grandfather wrote on June 7, 1930
You say the world is gloomy, The skies are grim and gray, The night has lost it's quiet, You fear the coming day.
The world is what you make it The sky is gray or blue Just as your sole may find it It isn't the world...it's you!
Clear up the clouded vision, Clean out the foggy mind, The clouds are always parting And each is silver lined.
The world is what you make it Then make it bright and true And when you say it's gloomy It isn't the world.... it's you
