Tax Time, Part I
I love being a fiber farmer with all of my being. I love the community, the animals, the chores, the internet work, the creativity, all of it. All of it, that is, except the paperwork. I'd rather muck out the barn after a month of rain than have to sit down with all my spreadsheets and receipts and my spotty memories after 12 months of flying by the seat of my pants.
I need a bookkeeper.
Every year I promise myself I'll keep better records, and I'll keep them up promptly. But so far, every year I've made a big mess for myself, so that at the last minute, there's a painful slogging through the debris for good, accurate reports.
This year was no exception. But after several days of bribing and threatening myself and pushing the rope uphill, I'm finally done with a big chunk of it. Enough for the first deadline. And I'm happy to say that with it all assembled in black and white, the farm did very well last year - yay! Next, April 15 will be here before I know it, and I'll need to be done with Part 2. Pray for me.
"Please, Uncle Sam, can't I satisfy my responsibility by just raking poo?"