I got an email from Seed Savers yesterday telling me that my seed potatoes are on their way. Here is what UPS is bringing me.
I’ve already planted fingerlings in the high tunnel and will get my main crop seed potatoes from my neighbor’s greenhouse. I want to go get the outdoor bed ready for these babies and finally decide where everything will go, but, alas, I cannot.
It is now the ides of March which means I HAVE TO FINISH THE TAXES. With the restaurant and a rental property, I do not do our taxes, but I have to process everything into nice totals for the categories the tax-man desires. Nothing against our accountant, but what I do now (and all year long) is 99% of the battle. I hate every second of it. If anyone told me I would end up doing accounting, I would have done way more than chuckle. It is repulsive to my entire being, but if it means I am the stay at home farmer and homemaker, I’ll deal.
Come what may, I have pledged that I will be done by school pick-up on Friday. If that means I show up to school in pajamas with greasy hair and a caffeine twitch, so be it. As I spent 6 hours today gathering all the paper needed for this momentous task and have tried hard not to think too much about all the farm work (which I am happily anticipating), I also pondered some of the more terrible things I would rather do than do the taxes. Here is what I came up with:
I really am not procrastinating…too much.