I suppose there will always be these little things that trigger grief. This week it was pulling out Rob’s worn calculator to prepare tax information. Every spring our dining room table was piled with forms and receipts; I would warn that the mess had to be gone before Easter dinner! It was…most years. 

I think I’ve grown a little wiser. If I had a do-over, I’d skip the dinner, suggest we flee to the Hill Country, and file an extension!