October 20th, 2004

Roman

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THis is the day I meet with an accountant. I don't have everything I could have; I have lost some things. I have to remember that this guy is going to be working for me, if I like him enough. So I have gathered what I have and think I can explain what I want, which is someone to deal with the IRS for me. If this guy doesn't work out there are some things I can do on my own while I look for someone else.

I'm nervous about this. Which is so silly.

From here on the week is booked. Tomorrow night the play with Dwain, Friday the dance with Paul (I think), Sat the opera, maybe with Dorothy. Possibly Sunday morning at the Palm, movies to support the local dems.

And then there's Mary. And her homework. Somehow I am going to try to help her out in bits today. Her class is tonight and I have that acct appointment so I have to fit this in earlier.
Roman

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The accountant's office is casual - clean but not pristine. The people working there dress casually, even wearing sweats. And the office opens directly to the outside. That gave me the sense that one could escape. I'm not sure what I mean by that.

The meeting with the accountant went well. He was friendly and understanding and took away a huge burden. At a price, of course, but one I am willing to pay. I won't know probably until January just how I am going to work my way through all these taxes I owe, but something is happening.

This nice guy told me that I am far from alone in the department of not getting taxes done. Guess who tops the list of persons who don't file on time???  That's right: accountants. Guess who else?? Attorneys.

So we had some laughs and I signed the power of attorney orders gratefully, left a check, and felt so good when leaving. It was a lucky choice.