My dad kept his tax records in boxes that Christmas turkeys came in. He built up several years, and then come time to store them away, he'd throw away the contents of the oldest box, change the date, and fill up the box again. I didn't want to mess with his boxes for several years so have been using plastic tubs with lids. But today I finally got around to eliminating a couple of the old boxes so I don't need to buy more plastic ones.

I decided to burn the old records in the fireplace rather than shred them. It made a lot of ashes. Everything was great until I came to my own taxes for that year. It was hard to burn them because my hoarder OCD gene kicked in. I finally got over it and 1998 is ashes. Mind you, all my taxes back to 1997 are scanned and stored on a DVD in the bank box, so it's not that big a risk.

It's progress and that feels good.

Today I talked to a Chevy dealer about downgrading my truck from this giant thing that I can barely find a place to park. I'm waiting to hear from their used car guy what the trade in would be.