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Belated Moment of Fame

Oops! Asleep at the switch, I neglected to mention that 15th Finance Fiestawent up on September 11 at On a Quest to Be Debt-Free, where Funny’s “Best Jobs, Worst Jobs” squib was included. With an appropriately patriotic theme, given the date, Quest’s round-up includes some great posts from around the PF blogosphere. I was tickled to see Money Blue Book’s interesting and entertaining explanation of how credit card numbers are generated, a post I’d noticed, with amazement, some time back. Cash Money Life and readers discuss ways to get your “check engine” light diagnosed for free (or for not-so-free!). And Money Grubbing Lawyer confirms my suspicions about pet health insurance.

No-shop days boost frugality

Despite an extravagance (bought some dishes at Pier One), it looks like I’m going to end this month’s budget cycle in the black, for the first time since the memory of Person runneth not to the contrary. All I have to do is make it to Sunday without spending any more money.

This accomplishment came about simply by staying out of stores. Every day you can stay away from a store (or a gas station) is a dollar saved. With the week-to-week budget, I’ve found that if I can avoid laying out cash in, say, week 2, there’s enough in week 3 to cover the deferred spending. Or if I overspend in week 2, I can catch up by pinching pennies in week 3.

A day or two, or even three, is not an unreasonable length of time to hold off buying most necessities. I’m completely out of onions, for example, but so far the deprivation hasn’t killed me. I’ve evaded emptying the gas tank by telecommuting a day this week; I’d planned to telecommute again today, but in fact there’s enough gas in the tank to get me to campus and back, and so I’ll probably go out there this morning. If the gauge were closer to empty, though, I could make the round trip on two gallons. Six dollars would not push me into the red this week; though in past weeks it would have.

Before the run-up in gas prices, I had to make a conscious effort to stay out of the stores where I routinely buy supplies: I’d work “no-shop days” into my schedule. But thanks to the exuberant increase in the price of gasoline, no-shop days have become habitual. Not only that, but because I now shop exclusively in stores along my commute, I no longer shop at Home Depot.

And that, my friends, generates a surprising savings.

Last weekend I needed a few things I didn’t think I could find at the Ace Hardware, plus some potting soil, which is overpriced at Ace and at the nursery. So I made a special trip up to the Depot, several miles from my house.

One bag of potting soil, three timer gadgets for the garden hoses, three $1.37 bags of plastic plugs to cut off the irrigation lines, two cheesy plastic cord reels (last time I was in there, they hadn’t had the kind of reels I needed for months—grab it while you can get it), a bag of palm tree fertilizer, and a six-pack of tiny bedding plants came to $107.

I couldn’t believe it!

The largest single expense was the hose timers: about $20 apiece. Coincidentally, the style I wanted (a thing that resembles a kitchen timer) was the cheapest available. So that accounts for $60 + 8.3% tax: $65. With any luck, that cost eventually that will pay for itself in water savings—if the plastic junk doesn’t fall apart before the timers have recovered that much from the water bill. But forty-two bucksfor a bag of dirt, a bag of nitrogen, a few pieces of plastic, and some seedlings?

Apparently I’m not the only one who’s concluded that Home Depot cuts too much out of the budget. At 1:00 on Sunday afternoon, the parking lot was half empty. Without using my disabled sticker, I got a space right in front of the door. I’ve neverbeen able to park in front of the store; not ever. On weekends especially, the place was jammed.

No more.

The weird thing is, I’m not missing Home Depot. Its bazaar-like layout leads you to spend more than you have to on things you don’t really need. The flimsy cord reels, for example: I needed them last Christmas. Somehow I’ve struggled through nine months without them. Clearly I could have lived the rest of my life unburdened by cord reels. And had I been in Ace Hardware, I would have gone directly to the shelves that stocked what I needed and, not wandering through the electric department in search of irrigation plumbing, I probably wouldn’t have been reminded that I “needed” cord reels. Nor would I have purchased the plants, since Ace doesn’t carry them: that impulse buy would have been deferred until I could make a special trip to the nursery, at which time I’d have a list of the specific plants I needed and so would not have picked up just anything that struck my fancy.

After the $107 hit at Home Depot, I made a run on Costco for food and gas ($111), stopping by Fabric Depot along the way to pick up some yardage to make the coveted placemats ($32). This left $125 in the week’s budget—the final week in the August-September budget cycle. I did spend nine bucks on a miserable little lunch on the campus one day this week, only because I was so hungry I couldn’t go without some food, and another twenty on a few groceries. After subtracting last week’s $77 overrun, I’m still $17.51 in the black. And for the whole month: $151.99!

w00t!

Financial Advisor to Investor: Don’t panic!

Below, an exchange that started with an update from my financial advisor.

Beloved youngish partner of Financial Dudes, LLC, to Funny about Money:

To enhance our ability to remain patient with respect to our long-term investment strategy, we raised the cash level in your portfolio again, by trimming allocations to specific securities.

In addition, we initiated the process to upgrade the quality of our client’s money market holdings to a U.S. Treasury based money market to avoid the turmoil swirling around some money market funds. If you were not in a U.S. Treasury money fund, you will see some activity in your affected accounts in the next day or so.

There certainly has been a tremendous amount of news to digest lately, and we are navigating these markets with your long-term goals in mind. We have seen, and likely will continue to see, short-term volatility in the value of many investments that we hold.

If you have any questions or concerns, simply give us a call.

Funny to BYPoFD:

Thanks, John–

I have about ten or twelve grand in Vanguard’s Prime Money Market fund. VG is claiming it’s not invested in Lehman or related unhappy sites, & so I’m guessing it’s OK to leave the money there… Would you advise moving that money to a different fund? Or into a credit union money market, which just now earns a grand 1.88 percent?

best, –vh

BYPoFDto Funny:

We just moved it to be on the safe side and don’t think there will be any issues with the money market. We will move it back at some point. I wouldn’t really fret the Vanguard money market as they are normally on the conservative side and I don’t think there will be any issues.

Funny toBYPoFD:

Good. I’d pretty much reached the same conclusion.

Doesn’t appear to be much safety anywhere in the current storm, eh?

BYPoFD to Funny:

Not really. Even putting it under your mattress you run the risk of someone stealing it. Eventually we will work through all the problem companies and the ones that survive will be the big winners like in the early 90’s. This seems to be happening with BofA.

The long and the short of it:

Don’t dive out of your money market fund. Especially if it’s with Vanguard. Stay the course.

Money market drops below a dollar a share

Here’s a little gem in today’s International Herald-Tribune: the Primary Fund, part of one of the largest and oldest money market funds around, has dropped its share value to 97 cents.

Now a loss of three cents a share isn’t going to break any of us up in business. But…well, heck. Dunno about you, my friends, but being the cheapskate that I am, I don’t want to see even three pennies go away. I have a fair amount sitting in Vanguard’s Prime Money Market, cash saved to pay off the Renovation Loan and to double as an emergency fund. Since it’s not invested in stocks or bonds, it could just as easily lay fallow in the credit union as at Vanguard. At the credit union, it’s insured.

So I called Vanguard this afternoon, where I learned I was far from the first to harry the call center employees with fussy questions about their money market funds. The young woman I reached assured me that “Vanguard is very confident” (uhm…is this a statement with meaning?) and that its money market funds are not invested in any instruments presently known to be at risk.

O.K.

I guess.

Path of least resistance is to leave the money at Vanguard. Path of medium resistance is to write a check on the fund and pay down the Renovation Loan by ten or eleven grand (and maybe plant some vegetables in the backyard to cover for the proposed emergency). Path of most resistance is to move everything over to the credit union, whose arcane rules assign a different return to each of the half-dozen different accounts it offers and so will require some figuring out.

Hmmm… Bogle, can your successors be trusted? Probably. It’s at least a strong maybe.

Do I want to pay off that loan right this minute? Nope. With the economy melting down around us, I want cash.

Am I making a larger pittance on cash savings at Vanguard than at the credit union? Yes. But only if Vanguard’s Prime Money Market Fund never breaks the dollar.

Looks to me like the path of most resistance could be the best way to go: identify the best-paying CU account (money market: 1.88%; CD: 2.23% for 3 months to 3.92% for 5 years; savings: 5% up to $1,000 and .75% over $1,000) and move the money over there.

Good grief. Just look at the complexity of those options. Makes me not want to think about it! Gut instinct, though, suggests I’d make a little less at the CU but sleep better with savings insured up to $100,000. The wee dividends don’t matter, but that deposit insurance sure does.

Recession moves in to the front yard

Dave’s Used Car Lot, Marina, and Weed Arboretum has been foreclosed. Yesterday evening the neighbor behind me, whose address is the same as Dave’s except it ends in “Lane” instead of “Way,” showed up at the door with a foreclosure notice that had been plastered on her door. She was shaken up, because at first she thought it applied to her house and was afraid she’d been the victim of a scammer. But on closer inspection we saw that it had been delivered to the wrong address and was intended for David.

My feelings about that are mixed. On the one hand, I’ll be happy to see the end of Dave’s proprietorship. On the other, I don’t look forward to another rental across the street! Maybe the new tenants can band together with Biker Boob and open an entire chain of shade-tree mechanic’s garages. And I feel bad for Dave: though there are times when I’d like to kick him in the shins, he is a sweet-natured and quiet man. Besides, given how overgrown my front yard has become what with the thick screen of shrubbery designed to block the view of the Weed Arboretum, I can’t be calling his kettle black.

Well, if we’re lucky, maybe we’ll get somebody who wants to live in the property and actually will take care of it. Not likely, though: the people who bought my old house after La Viajera defaulted are letting it go to pot. Often folks don’t realize how much it costs to maintain an aging tract house, and they just can’t afford to keep it up.

Dave owes $320,000 on a house that couldn’t have cost him more than $80,000 or $100,000. He’s been in the neighborhood at least as long as I have, and I paid an even hundred grand for my first house here. LOL! I guess it explains why he never goes to work: he’s been living on the equity!

M’hijito dropped by last night. We considered the possibility of trying to buy the place and either moving him and his roommate in there or renting it out. It’s really a wreck, though. The place has always been a disaster area—it was run down long before the Bubble came along. I’m afraid the cost of making it livable would be more than we can sustain.

Here’s how it looked when I moved in, back in 2004. Nice plywood in the front window, eh? Satan, the previous owner of my house, had quietly paid David to store the boat off the lot while the house was on the market, so it’s not visible here among the trailers and the vehicles, plus the junker car and the flatbed trailer full of ORVs are missing. Satan probably arranged to have the yard cleaned up, too: it hasn’t looked that good since he and Proserpine moved out and I moved in. The boat in the photo at the top of this post is a new model; he replaced the old one, which was nonfunctional and faded blue, with a nearly identical one in red.

M’hijito is beginning to worry that we won’t be able to turn over the Investment House before the 15-year period that we have to pay off the 30/15 loan runs, and if that happens, we won’t be able to refinance. That’s a bridge we’ll have to cross when we come to it, though. If we sell now, we’ll just break even; in fact, we might sell at a loss. Fifteen years is a long time. While it’s true that the D word is being bandied about in high places, if the world economy goes into a depression, we may have a shot at coming out of it in less than 15 years. Maybe not: as someone pointed out, the Dark Ages was actually an economic depression. But things move a bit faster these days….

Scary times

Well, we all had quite the adventure yesterday. I woke up an hour ago—12:30 in the morning local time—wondering if I should move all my investments into the money market. Nothing like the dead of night to ramp up the panic factor.

In fact, though, I see that Vanguard lost all of $738.13 against many tens of thousands of dollars, and so I’m feeling a little saner.

Don’t have up-to-the-minute data on how the big IRA (a different fund) that Stern and Reimer manage is doing, but in past slumps Stern has worked the occasional small miracle. Checking the current holdings, I see he dumped Morgan Stanley and AIG a while back…and interestingly, we own Bank of America. How does that man know? He’s bought my son’s employer, so I guess he doesn’t expect that outfit to crash in flames soon. A fair amount of oil: Occidental, Exxon, and Conoco Phillips. And…hmmm…he’s moved a ton of money into cash reserves. Yipe!

At any rate, I guess I won’t be going broke soon. Later, maybe, but not today.