Hanging On

Been battling the books every day, which is why there hasn't been much in the way of posting. Gotta do it. It's a shame to miss this magnificent weather, tucked away in a dank and gloomy office just off the throne room, but it is what it is.

I must get the checks and balances and balance beams and checkered pasts all entered into the computer for next year, when Uncle Sam will be looking for an accounting and the accountant will be looking for data with which to render it.

However, I've decided not to knock myself out trying to get stuff together to apply for welfare subsidized government health insurance. I've been trying to get the job done for a couple of years now, as the fine is painful, but dagnabbit, farm books don't fit into the handy, dandy calculator one bit. How do I separate hay sales out into his and hers and show which of us is responsible for what percentage of the expenses? To heck with it. Let 'em throw me in jail. As long as there is a library I'll be good to go...or stay, as the case may be.

Thus I am light as a feather today. I still have to do books, but I am just going to pay the fine and be done with it. The day will come when I am dumped into Medicare and that will be sooner than it seems. And if there was a light in that blessed office I don't think I would even mind the books that much. Our good bookkeeper has taught me well and it is all pretty much logic. Nothing wrong with logic, although it is a little hard to find on the ground these days.

Oh, and the CMOS battery on the computer I use for books, an ancient, decrepit old Windows XP champ, has STB. Makes for interesting stuff with dates and times.....

Meanwhile, however, we are hanging on and enjoying the long, slow autumn. Sunrises alone are worth their weight in westbound crows and golden banners, and sunsets nearly match them.