I spent most of the weekend picking up the leaves I so loved when they provided shelter from Augusts sweltering heat and adored even more when their red, yellow and oranges dazzled in the fall. Somehow, though, they seem slightly less lovable now that theyve turned into dusky shades of yellow and brown and are slowly but surely choking out the bright green grass below. Theyre downright ugly when they must be scraped out of gutters brimming over with two years of debris. Passing rain showers and an aged-back unwilling to shoulder one more sack of soggy leaves didnt make the job any easier.
I also began reading Archibald MacLeishs Collected Poems: 1917-1982. I enjoyed the first section of poems written in the 80s and finished them quickly in one sitting. Once I reached the poems written in 1917, though, I slowed considerably and found myself unable to read longer than an hour at a time. Determined to read all of the poems carefully in order to see them in the context of MacLeishs whole work, I spent more time than I should have trying to understand The Pot of Earth which begins with a quote from Frazers The Golden Bough and seems reminiscent of Eliots "The Waste Land," which is certainly not one of my favorite poems. Its obviously going to be a few more days before Im going to be ready to write anything meaningful about MacLeish.
To complicate matters, Ive started taking income tax classes at H&R Block in anticipation of working during the upcoming tax season. If Im going to continue buying computer and woodworking toys to power my hobbies, Im probably going to have to work at least one more year, if not two. Since Im unwilling to substitute teach or spend the Christmas season working in the local computer store, I imagine Im going to have spend some more time doing taxes. However, I keep putting off reading the lessons until the day before class. It reminds me a little of being back in college, except that reading about tax laws is not nearly as interesting as reading a Faulkner or Hemingway novel.
Early retirement is swell and all, but half of a teachers salary really doesnt go too far, particularly when the cost of medical premiums and electricity continue to skyrocket out of control. Unfortunately, I dont see much chance of medical reform during this administration; so, I certainly need to prepare for even higher premiums in the future. Nor is it very reassuring that my TSA account has sunk below the value it had when I originally started contributing over ten years ago. That, of course, was my inflation hedge to offset higher medical premiums. Considering last years throat surgery cost over $40,000, though, Im not likely to let my premiums slip by, no matter how much I have to work to pay them.
Luckily, I am reassured by the publics confidence in the fine job Bush has been doing. At least when the Republicans get through passing all the tax breaks for those lucky enough to still have money I will have lots of work as a tax preparer. Apparently Republicans have never found a tax break for the rich they didnt adore. Of course, having to ensure that not too much of the tax break is passed down to the poor requires laws so carefully crafted that not even tax preparers are truly sure what they mean, at least not until the tax courts have interpreted them ten years from now.