Ooof! Overworked into near silence for the past few days. And incredibly tired: no sleep, to speak of, all week long.
Tuesday an old friend who had dropped off the face of the earth called. It develops that the reason she faded from the scene had to do with some very serious trouble her adult son managed to get himself into, of a truly crushing nature. She’s been trying to cope with that since last November. Now that he’s on his way to the slam, I guess she hopes to reconnect with the world. Heartbreaking…I lay awake most of that night thinking on how devastated she must be.
But otherwise, the workload has been ever so slightly astonishing, so I’ve been working into the wee hours almost every night anyway.
Yesterday it looked like I would finally get a break. I figured if I could just keep plugging away into the evening, I’d get through the last of my share of the stoont papers, and then I’d have THREE FULL DAYS free of drudgery! No class today—Friday—a whole day to myself. Tomorrow my friend KJG, her daughter, and I are meeting mid-town for lunch and then an afternoon concert. And Sunday: all mine.
Or so I thought.
I did get through the papers. But…when I got home from campus, there on the server was a message from my erstwhile client, wanting me to read more copy and get it back by Monday.
And the electrician called back saying he wants to show up to do the repairs on the ominous light switch this morning. So don’t leave town…
These developments required that all the backed-up chores awaiting the first day of the new budget cycle (which was yesterday) had to be done on the way home from campus, pushing bed-time back by the same number of hours that the errands kept me from work.
Among other things, I finally schlepped Harvey back to Leslie’s to be repaired: $80. He’s working again, though, and after a brief wrestle with a pile of beans and strangling leaves from the devil-pod tree, I dropped him back in the water and watched him vacuum up the dirt from the last dust storm. (Yes. We had another one. No where near as dramatic as the one that made national news, but messy.)
The electrician’s visit will probably run another $80. And a notice came in the mail that the car has to have another pointless emissions test and then I have to cough up this year’s registration rip-off. That will run around $100 to $150.
So much mud from the dust storms has accreted in the pool’s DE filter that I’ll have to get the service man back here to take it apart and clean it out again—very prematurely. He was just here a couple of months ago. That’s a $150 job that ordinarily doesn’t have to be done more than once or twice a year.
So. Here we are in the second day of the flicking budget cycle, and I’ve already spent more than I can afford! Two days in, and I’m already dipping into emergency savings to cover the July/August bills.
If these costs had happened in the winter—anytime between November and March or April—I could have afforded them. But not. flicking. NOW!
At any rate, I won’t have time to contemplate that over the weekend (or to clean my filthy house or tend to the bedraggled garden or wash and vacuum the car or puppy-proof the house or track down new puppy stuff on Craig’s List or make a puppy mattress or clean out the storage shed and garden shelves or sit down with my feet up or to read something that I’d like to read) because I’ll be editing copy, a job that quickly expands to fill all available moments.
Likely won’t be posting over the weekend, either. There won’t be enough hours in the days for that.
So, by way of keeping ourselves entertained here in the blogosphere, let’s get a little help from our friends:
Have you been following Frugal Scholar’s adventures in France? She’s been posting off and on as she and Mr. FS enjoy their time there, and it’s been really interesting. Check out today’s rumination on shopping (or the freedom therefrom) and then, if you’re not an FS regular, scroll back through the past few weeks’ posts. Lots of fresh and interesting stuff there.
Revanche has been posting regularly about Doggle. She and PiC jumped off the financial cliff and purchased a Dog Chariot ( 🙂 !), but that’s far from the last of the story. LOL! Looks to me like this hound is what SDXB liked to call Anna the Ger-Shep: a thousand-dollar-a-day dog!
Wandered over to Nicole and Maggie’s place yesterday, while idling time between classes, and came across a call for advice on whether they should monetize Grumpy Rumblings of the Untenured.
While perusing the comments there, I came across a cool site by one of N&M’s readers, Clarissa’s Blog. The proprietor of that worthy space offers a lead to her post on an affiliate program called SkimLinks, which looks pretty interesting. In passing, I looked up reviews of SkimLinks and didn’t see much that was negative; this could be worth looking into.
Speaking of the which—quitting the day job to retire on the untold riches pouring in from your Internet business, that is—SVB recently held forth again on that subject. Check out her interesting advice, based on personal experience, on trading the day job for a flexible work schedule.
And speaking of time, apparently some people get some of it to take off and do their own thing. Money Beagle advises on how to enjoy your time off without feeling guilty. 🙂
Budgeting in the Fun Stuff is now a free woman! She’s finally sprung the shackles of the daily grind and taken off into self-employment. This has been a long-standing goal for her. Congratulations, BiFS!
101 Centavos weighs in on the national debt issue with a solidly written discussion of the general hysteria, of the facts, and of the comparative positions of the U.S. vis-á-vis several European nations.
Over at My Journey to Millions, Evan, thinking to some degree along the same lines as Centavos’s (i.e., that managing a family budget is similar to running a government), asks readers if they would ever go past their own debt limits, and under what circumstances.
And speaking of debt, Mrs. Accountability at Out of Debt Again reports that Mr. A’s business is picking up, and that recently they’ve managed to knock down their debt by almost a thousand bucks.
At Surviving and Thriving, Donna Freedman takes on the sticky question of whether and how much you should help family members, a perennial favorite among PF readers.
Welp, I’ve gotta get to work. Later!