THE ADVENTURES OF JJ PICKLETOES

Even at my young age, I know that some things are certain. 

Every morning the sun comes up in the east. It doesn’t really come up, the earth turns so it seems that way, but you know what I mean. 

Every day the sun goes down in the west. 

Here where I live you can be certain that the seasons will change, you can’t be sure how they will change but you can be certain that they will change. 

Mostly we have four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, sometimes winter goes right into summer with not much of a spring. 

One day I am wearing my really warm snow suit and riding in my sled and the next day I am wearing my dinosaur shirt and getting a ride in my stroller again.  

I face forward now because I am getting to be a big boy. 

Here in Manitoba, you can also be certain that the weather will change, you know the saying,” If you don’t like the weather this morning don’t worry, it will change by this afternoon.” 

Another thing that is almost certain, is the health benefits of coffee. 

They say an espresso with your breakfast is a sure way to start your day. 

I don’t know who says this stuff but if it is on the internet then it must be true. 

My grandpa has an espresso or two every day and he has told me that he is a picture of health. 

Except for his thinning hair, I think the espresso causes it,  

but I would never tell him that, some people are sensitive about those kind of things.

 

This week after a long season of life, not a season of weather.  

I went to do another thing that is something that needs to be done. 

I went to see the accountant about my taxes. 

You see according to Benjiman Franklin in 1789, “nothing can be said for certain, but death and taxes.” 

Someone else has added, “between death and taxes, taxes are worse, at least death doesn’t happen every year.”  

You would think that at my age you shouldn’t have to pay taxes, and you would be correct. 

Even after 10 months of living life to the fullest, the taxman still comes. 

You know the tax appointment wasn’t for me. 

 It was for my parents. 

I don’t know if they had to pay more tax, or they got a tax refund. 

But I still had to go.  

I had to listen to all that financial talk, and it left me wondering. 

Would I become an accountant or a financial planner? 

Would I become a classic car restorer, and a convertible Mustang is not a classic car. 

If you have a 1977 green SSP racer, that my friend is classic car, and it doesn’t take up much garage space.  

My first car project will be my 2001 Little Tikes red and blue convertible, maybe grandma will help me restore it? 

Perhaps I will be a woodworker or an electrician. 

Maybe I will be a writer? 

Will I write fiction, or mysteries? 

Whatever I choose and end up doing I hope that I will be able to help others with what I do. 

I know I have lots of questions, but that is how you learn things.  

Are you doing what you thought that you would do? 

Let me know in the comments.  

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