mjj (flemmings) wrote,

Achy day. Rollatored up to the end of the street to courier my tax stuff to the new accountant. "And let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next." Ie I would like a refund and a boost to my OAS which I hope my scant 2.5 months' income will get me, but in any case, taxes are done for the moment and I'm not going to think about them any more.

Having a rollator is all well and good but this Torontonian frets at not being able to go fast with it. Plod plod plod, and ow. Whereas I can zip with a shopping cart that lets me rest my torso on the handles and takes all the weight off both elbows and knees.
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