April Tidbit
I’m late this month. April literally blew in around here and I was so buried in my tax work, I hardly noticed. This has been one of the windiest springs I can remember—we expect it in March but not into April. Our poor spring flowers are making a valiant attempt but they’ve been knocked flat by the winds and singed by some late frosty nights. During March I rescued what I could of the many varieties of daffodils that I have here on the mountainside. The lovely jars of bright lemony blooms graced the packing boxes!
Ah, yes, the move. That’s a story of its own and I’ll report on the buying and building of a modular home at a later date.
Th result of weeks of tax work is that I can’t think of much beyond that. It’s too late, or too early, to give you tax tips and I refuse to speculate on what Congress might do with the tax laws. As a break from my usual format and topics of interest to us golden people, I’m sharing a short piece of fiction. Please note, the characters all qualify for senior discounts and AARP membership so to that extent, this remains within the golden forum.
I hope you’ll enjoy this adventure of Jonah’s….
"Tick-tick-tick." The ominous sound from the battered suitcase was faint but distinguishable. Jonah heard well when it suited him.
He pushed his broom around the incoming luggage carousel, thought about his two days off that would start tonight. He anticipated the time but dreaded listening to Maggie's constant yammering. Sixty-four was too old to listen to her complaints, most aimed at him. He'd turn his hearing aid down, the television up. Half her griping was about his not listening-she never understood--he chose not to hear.
The worn brown bag, scuffed from hard use and plastered with stickers, was unclaimed. Jonah'd never flown, but he dreamed about faraway places. He knew he'd be so happy to be somewhere else, that on arrival in some distant airport he'd let everyone else claim their bags and then he'd grab his own. But this old suitcase had been abandoned-it'd been two hours since the last flight off-loaded. And there was the ticking....
Jonah knew the drill and called Airport Security. The patrolling officer, Big Sam, was slower than cold sorghum and dumber than a load of bricks, and he showed up after twenty minutes. Sam heard the ticking too. "Better stay clear, Jonah, I gotta call the reg'lar law."
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