I can’t help it. I think more about my tax bill these days. Property taxes especially stick in the corner of my mind reserved for worry and fret. This time of year, that’s where things are stacking up.
It comes with getting older, I suppose. We moved into this old house nearly 30 years ago, and like most people we had a mortgage and paid our taxes on autopilot through an escrow account, which kept them mostly out of sight and out of mind. That’s over. Now we sit down and write a check twice a year, and that puts things in a new perspective. Hey, wait a minute, this is real money.