Monday, October 20, 2008

Taxman

I'm trying to get that stupid quote about death and taxes out of my mind because I really don't want to go there.
While most reasonable people had their tax angst back in April, I had mine yesterday because Mr. Ex a.k.a. The Procrastinator always files for an extension and October 15th was the deadline. Which we missed. WE, because he also procrastinated for months (and probably years) about dumping me. If he'd walked out 6 weeks earlier, I wouldn't have had to file jointly with him for '07. Ah well, as Lucinda Williams sings, If wishes were horses, I'd have a ranch. I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this is a dust mote, but still I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I put my head on my pillow, I heard the lyrics to that Beatles song (no, I wasn't wearing my IPod.) All I could think was, yeah I'd like to tax your seat. I'm just looking forward to the day when the only communication I have to have with Mr. Ex goes something like this: Wasn't that a lovely graduation? Wasn't that a lovely wedding? Wasn't that a lovely christening? (That would be for one of our not-yet-conceived grandchildren, NOT one of his conceived-any-day-now new kids.) I listened to Lucinda's new album a half-dozen times last night and now today I can't get those lyrics out of my head.
Don't know why I said those things
I didn't mean 'em
Wish you were bringin' your love back to me
instead of leavin'
But if wishes were horses, I'd have a ranch
Come on and give me one more chance

SWEET JESUS.

2 comments:

Julesrose said...

Truth for me is: now that I am out of that joint filing tax nightmare, I actually have a second chance. Do I want him back? No. What I do want back are my dreams and my hopes and my desire for an authentic, healthy, intimate relationship. And I am willing to work for it. And wait for it. And when I am ready it will appear. Amen. Alleluia. Curtain.

Ex-in-the-City said...

THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.