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A little frugality goes a long way

Well, I was about to say “I amaze me with my frugality,” but the truth is, I haven’t been pinching pennies any more rigorously than usual. That notwithstanding, despite almost $1,000 in “extraordinary” (read “not in the budget”) expenses, I’m only going to have to pull about $245 out of savings to cover this month’s charges. 

dcp_2529Yes. This month I ran amok with the extraordinary expenses. To kick off the budget cycle, a Talbot’s junket racked up an $86 debit when I succumbed to the lure of the Sale! tag. Got a cute little top at B’Gauze, also allegedly on sale at the bargain price of $47. Then we chose this month for Mrs. Micah to migrate Funny to BlueHost, which was quite the project. Her fee was amazingly reasonable, but it also could be viewed as outside the realm of ordinary costs. Next, nothing would do but what I had to harden the security on my office right this minute, in light of the swarm of burglaries the neighborhood has seen: $295 for purchase, delivery, and installation of a solid-core door plus $281 for purchase and installation of a pick-proof, drill-proof lock and metal door guard. (Gulp!) Moving on, the locksmith profited further when Bila the Painter couldn’t figure out how to remove the (very involved!) antique Baldwin lock from the front door at the downtown house: $150 for two visits, one to get it off the door and one to put it back on. All these added up to an astonishing $969.67 in extraordinary expenses.

Gasp!
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My de jure budget now has me spending $1,200 on ordinary, day-to-day expenses, such as gasoline, food, household goods, and whatnot. That amount should cover one or two out-of-the-ordinary costs, such as a visit from the plumber or a trip to the veterinarian’s office. Against the desired $1,200 limit, I’m actually $396 in the red. But the de facto amount that goes into the credit-card piggy bank (a money market checking account earning a little interest) is $1,500; anything that doesn’t get spent out of that sits in the account and serves as emergency back-up. Against the $1,500, I’m “only” about $245 in the red. As a practical matter, the accrued cushion in that piggy-bank account will cover it, so I really won’t have to transfer a dime from savings to pay for this month’s spending extravaganza.

Could I have exercised some restraint?

Well…yeah. I needed some summer clothes, but you know, there’s no law that says just because a store is advertising a sale you have to run right in and buy stuff. The clothing purchases could have been deferred to the end of the month, at which time I would have been out of money and so wouldn’t have bought the shirts at all. Staying out of Talbot’s and B’Gauze would have cut the deficit by $133, leaving me a modest $112 in the red. 

But some of these things really needed to be done now: I wanted to install the door and lock while I still have an income from the Great Desert University. And theoretically the locksmith’s work on the downtown house could be included in the cost of the paint job, which is coming from a different piggy bank. The project to monetize Funny needed to start soon, so I would have some time to learn how all that works and possibly to improve earnings from the site before I’m out of work. Eight or nine months seems like a pretty short lead time, really: that was a sooner-the-better proposition.

So, I don’t feel too bad about all this. Riding the train (and taking two weeks of vacation time, eliminating a bunch of endless gas-guzzling commutes) eliminated one gas fill-up. Thanks to the stash in the freezer, I haven’t had to buy much food. And the stockpiling strategy allowed me to put off purchase of a few household items into the next budget cycle. 

Once I’m retired, of course, $1,200  will have to be the real maximum expenditure limit, and not a pretend “can I really live on this” figure. As a practical matter, I’ll have to come in well under $1,200 in most months to get by. That will be a challenge as inflation rises. But right now I’m spending significantly less than that in ordinary, day-to-day expenditures. If I spent about $970 in extraordinary expenses and overdrew the $1,200 budget by only $400, that means regular, routine costs consumed about $570 less than budgeted ordinary expenses. (I think: arithmetic is not a science that serves me well.) 

Whether that figure is right or wrong, it’s pretty clear I can eat, drink, and make merry on less than $1,200 a month. Meanwhile, with the Renovation Loan now paid off, recurring monthly bills drop from $840 to $670, a figure that will drop another $30 when I cash in a whole life policy in January (because I have to pay taxes on the proceeds, I’ll need to put that off till I have no earned income to speak of). 

So let’s say I can expect to spend maybe $1,000 a month on routine living expenses. That plus the remaining $640 in recurring bills comes to $1,640 a month, or $19,680 a year. Think of that: a retired person can (in theory) live on less than 20 grand! For me, investment income alone will almost cover that.

Of course, we still have my share of the downtown house’s mortgage: $9,600/year. The net on $13,944 in Social Security benefits should cover that, but if not, I’ll earn more than $9,600 teaching at the community college. So, even after taxes, any freelance income will be pure gravy.

Although some observers might regard my lifestyle as ascetic (I refrain from spending on cable TV or a cell phone, for example, and I rarely go out to eat), I don’t think of myself as extremely frugal. I never clip coupons, I don’t pursue freebies from CVS, I buy my clothes new, and any day I’d  rather own a book than borrow it from the library. I eat like the Queen of Sheba and do not stint on wine and beer purchases. 

The trick is to get out of debt, including mortgage debt. Once the house and the car are paid for (and you’re not trapped under a load of revolving debt), you’re home free—given decent retirement savings. Without a huge cost for the roof over your head, a very moderate level of frugality will allow you to live quite comfortably.

Two new blogs

These have little or nothing to do with personal finance, but… Here are two blogs you might enjoy.

One is by my friend Judy Galbraith, who teaches journalism at Paradise Valley Community College and writes affectingly about subjects ranging from her obvious professional commitment to censorship, politics, and the good life. 

And not to be missed is Let’s Call Him Bob, a hilarious journal of my pal VickyC’s rambunctious dating life. This promises to get more and more amazing as it grows!

Check those out. 🙂

Credit card companies to penalize “freeloaders”: What’s your plan?

As we know, credit card companies call people who pay their bills on time and in full “freeloaders,” and management highly resents such deadbeats because they’re not cash cows like people who sink over their heads in usurious debt. Credit-card issuers make something on us bums, of course, because each charged transaction nicks the merchant a percentage of the sale price. But it’s nothing like the criminal interest rates and extra gouges they get from people who run a tab on their cards.

Well, if you’re one of those losers who pays your bills on time, watch out! The legislation pending in Congress to limit credit-card penalties and curb wacko punitive fees is about to backfire on you. In response to having to quit ripping off feckless consumers who can’t or won’t clear their credit-card debt, the nation’s banks are about to curtail cashback and other rewards, eliminate grace periods, and sock every card user with an annual fee. As American Bankers Association CEO Edward L. Yingling told the New York Times, “It will be a different business. Those that manage their credit well will in some degree subsidize those that have credit problems.”

Don’t think so, Ed. Charge me a fee to carry your plastic around in my purse, and you can have the piece of plastic back. I, for one, do not and will not pay an annual fee (or any other kind of fee) for the privilege of going into debt at a usurious rate. While it’s a great convenience to have an American Express and a Visa card in hand, it sure doesn’t come under the heading of “necessity.”

So, what will we do if suddenly all our credit card issuers inform us that cash kickbacks and airline miles are things of the past, that we now have to pony up $25 or so to use any credit card, and that the grace period for paying one’s bill has died?

The AMEX cashback scheme is the sole reason I use my Costco American Express card for every purchase I make. The reason I got the AMEX card in the first place is that Costco quit accepting any other credit card at its gas pumps, which dispense the cheapest gas in town. Costco won’t accept cash for gasoline, and I don’t care to use a debit card. If AMEX reneged on its cashback plan, I probably would continue to use the card exactly as I do now, because it’s a great convenience and because the “float” between charge date and payoff date makes it easy to manage my budget. 

However, if they demanded an annual fee, I’d cancel the card in an instant. Ditto the Visa card.

There are some good reasons to have a credit card, most of them related to booking travel arrangements and to the extra back-up in case of a dispute with a merchant. I’d be sorry to see the cards go, but go they would if I were made to pay to carry them around.

In lieu of cards…what? There are several fine alternatives:

• Use a debit card instead. Costco’s gas pumps accept debit cards, and so do most other merchants. Disadvantages: it’s a fair way to bounce a transaction, and there’s little or no protection if someone steals the thing and hacks into your account.

• Pay recurring bills with EFTs from your checking account, not by charging them on your credit card. Disadvantage: some vendors won’t accept EFTs. But they may change their attitude when their best customers dump credit cards.

• Use cash. Some people find they spend less when they carry cash instead of a charge card. I personally have the opposite experience: cash flows through my fingers like water, and at the end of the day I have no clue where it went. But I suppose you could keep every receipt and enter it in Quicken or Excel; if that helps you keep a grip on credit-card spending, it presumably would do the same for cash.

• Use checks. This creates a paper trail, just as charge card statements do. Disadvantage, of course, is that checks are an expensive nuisance. 

My strategy: First, to find out if policies to shaft us “deadbeats” apply to the Visa cards available through the credit union. If not, get one of those; if so, get a debit card and start using lots more cash.

Times reporter Andrew Martin reminisces that in the good old days only the best consumers could get credit cards—and indeed, I do recall the time when flashing a credit card advertised your status. Now everyone will know that only the worst money managers have to use credit cards—pulling out a credit card at the grocery check-out will signal fellow shoppers that you can’t afford to pay your bills in cash.

What do you plan to do if your credit card issuer yanks your benefits and proposes to charge you an annual fee?

109 in the shade!

painterM’hijito remarked that Bila the Painter will earn more in two days, painting the exterior woodwork on the downtown house, than either M’hijito or I bring home in a week. And one thing you have to say about painting: you can’t offshore it to India!

On the other hand: what does it really mean to earn more in two days as a skilled tradesman than a white-collar worker earns in a week?

Well… Today we broke another heat record for May 18. By midafternoon, thermometers on M’hijito’s patio, my patio, and SDXB’s patio all registered 109 degrees. That’s in the shade. A hundred-and-nine-degree day is, in a word, HOT. Bila earns his living climbing up and down ladders, hauling paint around, and slathering or spraying the stuff everyplace he can get it. And “everyplace he can get it” is as likely to be in the full sun as in the shade. 

M’hijito took a paid day off today to dance the Workman Waltz. If Bila takes a day off, being self-employed, he doesn’t get paid. At all.

The incredibly complex antique Baldwin lock did not remove readily from the door that Bila planned to sand and refinish. So we had to call the locksmith who specializes in museum pieces, and wait an hour on him. M’hijito and I went to breakfast in the interim. When we got back, Bila was sitting in the front yard gazing into space: the locksmith had yet to show up. If M’hijito and I unavoidably kill a little time on the job, we generally get paid. If Bila wastes time on the job, it’s time that will likely make him late to the next job: again, time he doesn’t get paid for.

Bila pays for the paint out of his fee. I’d guess he’ll buy about $200 worth of Dunn-Edwards’s best.

That brings his pay down to about what I bring home for two weeks—after a furlough day is taken out.

But he still hasn’t bought health insurance, paid self-employed FICA, ponied up other state and federal taxes, paid for the gas to run his truck, put money aside in an IRA…. A fair estimate is that all those costs would consume about 40% of his after-paint gross. 

$950 fee – $200 for paint = $750
$750 – 40% = $450, approximate net pay for about two days’ work

Supposing Bila actually got five days of work a week (a big supposition, especially in the present economy): $225/day x 5 = $1125/week, net

My take-home pay for a week without a furlough day is about $760. So, if Bila works very, very hard, he earns significantly more than I do. But very, very hard is the operative term:

• He’s doing a back-breaking, mind-numbing job outside in 109-degree heat.
To earn enough to support his family, he has to do it five to seven days a week.
• If he can’t get a job on a given day, he earns nothing.
• If he’s sick or hurt, he earns nothing. 
Any vacation time he chooses to take is unpaid. 

There’s a lot of paint splattered on Bila’s side of the fence, so it’s hard to tell what color the grass is over there. But I’ll bet it’s not any greener than mine!

Nothing like a 109-degree day to make us wage slaves appreciate what we have.

Images
Housepainter: Lukeroberts at Wikipedia Commons
Paint cans: Sherwin-Williams 

w00t! Times has PF frenzy!

OMG. This morning’s New York Times, ever in touch with the whims of the moment, has gone overboard in its coverage of personal finance and frugality. And as usual, they’re a day late and a dollar short (sorry, Times editors: but what can you do when you have to steer a 1,500-ton flagship?). 

To start with, over at Get Rich Slowly, Mrs. JD published a highly entertaining piece on the virtues (and drawbacks) of DIY. Hoot! She scooped the FRONT PAGE (no less) of the Times by a full day! Appearing in print a good 24 hours later, Times reporter Susan Saulny comes forward with some of the funniest DIY disasters on record…okay, okay! They’re not funny if they happen to you. But if they don’t…heeeeee!

The entire freaking Times Sunday Magazine is devoted to PF issues, right down to Randy Cohen’s column, “The Ethicist.” We were given a heads-up on this by Frugal Scholar, who, before the magazine hit the newsstands, got a conversation going, with a follow-up, on financial writer Edmund Andrews’s so-scary-I’m-hiding-under-the-bed article about his journey toward desperate indebtedness. The mag, which features a mildly annoying photo of Suze Orman on the cover and an eye-glazing profile inside, is quite the tour de force. A really creepy piece on credit card companies’ interest in the psychology of tu et moi (by Charles DuHigg) struck me as easier to read than David Leonhardt’s no doubt much more significant article on the economic relationship between China and the U.S. Overall, it’s good, very good.

But oh, my friends, and ah, my foes: bloggers got there first!

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Sumer is y-cumin’ in

Spring has done all the sproinging it’s going to do around here, and now temperatures are in the low 100s every day. The pool is decidedly warm enough to swim in, though most of the yard’s flowers are fried. I need to pull out the remains of the winter garden, which has gone to seed, and decide what to put in there for the summer.

A few hardy characters are thriving, though. I was delighted to find the emerald green paloverde has burst into bloom, weeks behind all its coreligionists. Paloverde trees drape themselves in vibrant yellow flowers in late spring. Most have already come and gone, and, because in past years the one in my yard hasn’t blossomed much, I figured that because the thing is a hybrid it likely will never flower. Wrong!

The ground beneath this amazing shade-maker is carpeted with golden flowers, and the canopy hums with small solitary bees and big, bumbling black carpenter bees. The Sonoran desert is the richest habitat for bees in the world, they being nourished by insane trees like this.

Creatures alien to the desert are coming out in the early summer heat, too. A pot in back has sheltered three bulbs donated to my cause by SDXB. They’ve sat there for years, soaking up water and giving nothing but long strappy leaves in return. A couple of weeks ago, though, suddenly one of them sprouted a huge, club-like stalk:

Yesterday the stalk produced this:

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It’s VAST, a good six inches across. Not only that, but there are two more of them on the same stalk! It looks like a strangely colored amaryllis. 

The usual suspects are around, especially the roses. In the summer heat, freshly blossomed roses blow in minutes. Nevertheless, I managed to capture this one before it fricasseed :

Gourds love the desert heat, and so do many melons. The butternut squash seeds I took out of a grocery-store purchase have produced three husky plants in their giant pot, and they’re already blossoming. Last time I counted, there were six or eight flowers in there.

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The plant wilts in the heat but springs back every evening after the blasting sun goes down. I guess wilting is a survival technique. The cantaloupe, which grows much slower and has yet to produce a flower, doesn’t do that, at least not yet:

Don’t know how well it will do in that pot, which in the first place is probably not large enough for a chunky vine and in the second was cracked at the outset—tying it together with a length of clothesline rope had dubious results.

Then of course we have the usual suspects, bougainvillea that never seem to know when to quit flowering—they’re been at it since February, since the risk of frost disappeared, and all of them will continue to blossom until it gets cold again. I love bougs…

The Easter lily cacti bloomed a little early this year. They’ll be back soon, though: they normally blossom on and off throughout the summer.

Outrageous-looking thing, isn’t it?

Four-thirty in the morning… {sigh} Is it early or is it late? Nothing like sitting in front of a computer to pass the wee hours. I’ve been here since 3:30. Woke up after a weird dream—I was working, under the same annoying soon-to-be-canned conditions, at a much nicer and more professional venue than GDU, someplace that looked a little like Central Arizona Project’s sylvan offices. In this dream I walk out after dark in a rainstorm to go home, only to discover my car has been stolen. So I go back inside the building, followed by a small, very wet chihuahua-like dog that has decided to allow itself to be rescued.

Returning to consciousness, it struck me that my sidekick, who does a large slab of the work our office performs, can’t possibly be letting any grass grow under her feet. 

She’d be a fool to wait to look for work until December, when the office is being shut down. Unlike me, she’s highly employable. If she gets a job anytime in the near future, we are screwed, screwed, ge-screwed. The minute that woman goes out the door, we’ll have to shut down a third to half of our operation.

If we do that, will the deans just close us down altogether? Can they? I do have a contract, and my only surviving RA has a far more convincing contract to the effect that GDU will provide her graduate-student support for the duration of her tenure in the Ph.D. program. It won’t, of course: the history department ended up with nine support lines for twenty-six graduate students. Several people who were in the middle of their programs found themselves suddenly without assistantships.

It remains to be seen whether they’ll dump my RA out in the snow come the end of December. By then there should be some stimulus money, but given the callousness we’ve seen from the deans’ office, if I were her I wouldn’t be expecting to see any of that money.  She’ll be ABD in the fall, her comps coming up in August. If she has to go out and get a fulltime job somewhere, probably answering phones or greeting WalMart shoppers, I can’t imagine how she will finish her dissertation.

Well, thank God for the natural riches of this world, for we certainly have little enough of the manmade variety to go around.