Looking Ahead

I’m frightened.  So, this writing has little chance of being happy or fun.

 “The Assessor” has been going door to door throughout my town.  Their job is to inspect and inform the local Tax Department regarding the ‘current’ taxable value of our property.  Ugh!  The tax rate seems more than adequate to me.

This morning, I sit here waiting for the arrival of  “The Assessor”. How will he/she impact my life, my future budget – shaped with a fixed income?

Several months ago, when the representative of the company, unannounced, knocked on my door, I was shocked.  My beautiful morning (in the kitchen cooking and enjoying coffee with house guests) went down the tubes.  Hired by the city fathers and mothers to do this task for the Township, I had missed any prior notice of the fact.   That bright sunny morning I was far from able to match the pleasant manner of the stranger asking to come in.  I was rude – not verbally inappropriate, but perhaps, eyes flashing, precise talking, vicious similar to a mother bear protecting her cub.  I didn’t let him in. 

Well, the waters have calmed.  Last week I called and easily set up this appointment.  Yet, I for sure, anxiously anticipate the arrival of “The Assessor”. 

Civilization thrives because we adapt to procedures that maintain a good environment for all.  I have no reservation about paying taxes.  In fact, it is a terrific feeling to do so. Supporting government is one of the millions of instances when I realize just how good God is to me.

Still, I’ll be happy when “The Assessor” has come and gone.

The doorbell just rang.  He (or she) is here!

Have a beautiful day!