Taxes are never revenue neutral
The noise level has gone way up at work this week. Those windows that were uncovered recently (hidden behind a wall made the good old way, with lime and asbestos) are now, if you’ll excuse the pun, in the limelight. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
Anyhow, a design for the eventual reception desk with old stone window arches has been accepted. Time to remove the last of the plaster. I’m not sure how things like that were handled a century back, but now we have power tools. Powerful ones. The noisy ones. Yesterday, we worked in a drum, beaten by crazy people. Today, we listened to the “clink, chink” of hammers on stone. A suitable soundtrack for orcs in the middle world. Yes, we kept the doors closed, but every time someone needed to move to another section of the building (every few minutes, by my rough estimate), the reminder was there. No sleeping on the job!
The city has announced their revised tax roll (role) with the promise that we won’t notice. They’ll fudge the numbers. No pain. Might I politely mention that school board march to the beat of a different drummer, and there is joy in their circle. The school taxes will be higher. For sure. Even if it is revenue neutral (a polite way of saying that any extra monies go back to the provincial treasury). Three levels of taxation, playing a game of musical chairs. If only I could pick the tune, for once. Oh well; I didn’t need the extra cash anyways.
