Something there is about making a list to keep the onerou$ little ta$ks under control… That, of course, would mean the onerous bookkeeping tasks that, given the reins, you would ignore until the planet freezes over.
What’s about it is that there’s something ridiculously satisfying about checking off chores, one at a time, as DONE!
The mountain of money paper that comes into this house beggars belief (to say nothing of beggaring me).
- Five bank accounts
- Four investment accounts
- Four health insurance policies (Medicare, Medigap, Part D, long-term care)
- And bills coming from more directions than I can reckon
87 berjillion bills came in to make life a little more miserable this month:
- Property tax: raised over $200
- Car registration: almost $400
- Painter’s bill: three thousand buckolas
- $260 power bill: holy sh!t
- $153 water bill: holy sh!!t
- Gerardo: $120 for working himself and his underlings half to death…
So it goes.
You can see why I hate doing the bills.
On the other hand, paying off the loathèd car loan in a bull market was smart. Very, very smart. When times are good, my guys can crank the money (and yeah, they are guys: if there’s a lady financial manager among them, they’ve kept her hidden from me). After ponying up $3,000 for the painter and something over 16 grand to pay off that effing loan, total net worth is barely down a few thousand bucks.
How do they do that?
Oh well: I guess that’s what I pay them for.
So that was encouraging.
Also encouraging: I’d allowed about $800 for the Venza’s 2018 Arizona registration — really, registration rates here are just exorbitant. But not, as it develops, that exorbitant: the bill, which came this month with less than 30 days’ notice to pay up or be cited, was “only” $386. So that adds about $34 a month to this year’s budget allowance…nice. I guess. One meal out, anyway. 🙂
Next year the amount will be lower: Arizona’s registration bills drop as your car ages. Part and parcel of our bat-brained legislators’ astonishing stupidity: cars pollute more as they age, and so it would make sense to give people a break for buying newer, more fuel-efficient and less polluting vehicles and to whack them for hanging onto the stinking junkers. Here, we always go in the opposite direction of common sense.
So this is the most difficult of the set of tasks to do today. Others:
- Clean pool, re-install Harvey the Hayward Pool Cleaner. Dive in after he breaks loose from his hose, rescue him from the bottom, reattach, fix, get him going again.
- Haul trash to the alley. Pick up dog piles as part of this joy.
- Finally get around to ensconcing the Blue Barrel in its new home, out of my way in the garage.
- Organize completed client journals’ essays; confer with bidness partner on rest.
- Call handyman to come rebuild patio roof.
- Re-install dog safety pillows in back of car.
Now for a nap before having to spring back to life for choir rehearsal. And so, away…