(Woo woo! Not a breath of air outside and the tarp on my woodpile makes two distinct rattles as I stood near it taking a picture of the greening up of the countryside.)
I'm not an accountant, nor have I ever even had an accounting course. Yet I've frequently volunteered to be treasurer for organizations which have simple accounting systems (e.g., a checkbook report each month). I think the appeal is that the work can be done at home, no need to convene a committee, nor make phone calls, and public speaking is minimal.
|Henley is sitting on my chest last weekend, trying to convince me not to leave for Yosemite.|
|The stairs in Sister's garage were up the day we left. Or, Brother-in-Law's garage.|
|The roof trusses had been delivered.|
|Sister-in-Law and Sister were ready to head for the hills. Er, Yosemite.|
|Thursday night's rain had cleared out, leaving clouds that still|
looked like they had some moisture to drop.
|Cold and rain and this flower comes up in Sister's yard? |
Such an interesting shape.
My treasurer's job for the RV club is a little more complicated. There are a lot of transactions. The checkbook stuff works out well for the most part, but the financial report for the annual meeting can get me into the screaming meemies. In retrospect, it's waiting until the end of the year (October 31 for our "fiscal year," if we're that fancy) to compile it off of Quicken, time enough to forget what some of the obscure notes mean.
|In less than a week since we saw truss delivery, it's almost a roof.|
|The garage is taking shape.|
|My acorns, crackling under foot|
It occurs to me now to "construct as you go" by entering data into the financial report spreadsheet all year long. In the report I try to present info to show the costs of activities or items and their associated revenue. Then somebody will -- and this is just an example -- decide to offset the cost of the food for the outing with the donations received, so I might get a bill to reimburse extra expense or remaining cash to deposit and it's all noted in one transaction in Quicken and I get that debit and credit $#!% all mixed up. And -- well -- no clear way to portray costs and revenues.
|Greening up already from the rains|
|The spooky tarp and sun-drenched trees|
Yeah, I know you don't care about that, but I do. In prep for today's annual financial report, I spent all day yesterday trying to figure out how to do some of that, and gathering little pieces of data into clumps, and my ending checkbook balance per the report didn't correspond to the actual checkbook balance. Eventually I began confirming calculations manually and and found a discrepancy in totals. At midnight I added a minus sign to a number in the spreadsheet and watched the numbers roll -- so to speak -- and the magic number came up in the bottom line. I shrieked. It was as exciting as three cherries coming up on a slot machine!
|I brought the step stool in to get my potluck utensils from a high shelf. Chloe adopted it and was here when I left for the meeting and still here when I returned.|
|My lightly cooked veggies, waiting for assembly|
|The lake was beautiful at sunset tonight.|
|I'd watched the brilliant sunset on the on my drive to the lake, afraid I'd |
miss the chance to catch it on film. (Disc?) I wasn't too late!
Little swimming birds out there, too shimmery to tell what they are,
but I don't think they're ducks.
|A pretty salad at the potluck|
|Queuing up for the food|
See you soon.