It Was Time

Four years ago today, after 36 years with the same company, and 40 years since graduating from college, I became unemployed by choice. The founder of the company once told me that I had a job for as long as I wanted it. When I told my boss why I was quitting, to assume Durable Power of Attorney for my father, he offered me a 3-month leave-of-absence. For a variety of reasons, both practical and personal, I no longer wanted the job.

After my father’s stroke, for several months I commuted between Boston and Phoenix every other week, with no end in sight. I knew that being free from my job for the following three months wouldn’t be enough, and that definitely proved to be true. Disregarding every other consideration, I had always liked the idea of retiring 40 years after graduating from college. When I told my father that his stroke made it easy for me to act upon that idea, he laughed and said, “Glad to have helped!” That was one of the few lighthearted moments we were able to share in those difficult ten months between the stroke and Dad’s passing.

Dying with your boots on should be by choice, and not by necessity. Thanks to the way the founder set up the retirement plan, I had the money to quit.

Tax ‘n’ Vax Day

I have been informed that my 2020 taxes are done. Having prepared my own returns since I was 16, I am for the first time ever using an accounting firm for my personal taxes.

Beckle contemplates why he needs to do his taxes, but life in cartoon land is no different than it is in real life.

The time seemed right to let someone else prepare my returns, after a good experience with a CPA in Arizona, who handled the Trust taxes after my father died. Combined with some bad experiences with Intuit, the parent of TurboTax.

Today I will be getting a shot in the arm, by invitation of Massachusetts General Hospital. AFAIK it will be the single-dose Johnson & Johnson vaccine.