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w00t! Spring has sprung in Arizona

Yayyy! It’s wintertime and everything is in bloom.

Well, not everything, but a lot of stuff that prefers cool weather to the blast-furnace effect of a globally warmed Sonoran desert. Roses, for example, are very fond of winter here…

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The big lavender plant that would like to shove the Myer lemon tree out of its way has recovered from its fall haircut, it having wearied during the summer. It will stay in bloom all winter, all spring, and through most of the summer.

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The bougainvillea doesn’t much care what time of year it is: as long as we avoid a freeze, it blooms all year round. Right now it’s pretty vigorous.

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Something—probably burr clover, not dichondra—is struggling back to life between the flagstones in back. Gerardo hollered at me because he thought I wasn’t watering enough. But I don’t think that was the problem. It acts more like pearl mites, a rugged little parasite that devastates lawns in these parts. Right now it’s cool enough to drive them dormant, and so the walk-on-me plants between the stones are coming back to life.

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The bush peas I put in a few weeks ago are blossoming, and here’s our first baby pea pod! Yum.

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Several other veggies are thriving. Ready now: the Swiss chard: dcp_2255

 

 

 

 

 

No need for Christmas decorations around here. The orange trees come with their own ornaments:

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Over the weekend, Cassie and I hung out in the front courtyard, where I read endless pages of copy about medieval and Renaissance history and she took the afternoon air, watched hummingbirds, and barked in harmony with Biker Boob’s yapping pit bull:

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So it goes. Like Dilsey, summer or winter, hard times or good, some things endure.

Monthly budget updated; enforced “retirement” planned for

Well, I’m managing to stay on budget, despite a $300 reduction this month. Last week’s $223 hit from the vet will be covered by the monthly savings fund, which is fairly flush now that the Renovation Loan Payoff is fully funded and the money I was embargoing for that can go elsewhere. Right this instant I’m $26 in the black—just about the price of a gas tank refill. And I just may be able to squeak by without having to buy more gas until after this week’s mini-budget cycle ends, on the 13th.

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Along about the middle of last month, I decided that I’d better start getting used to living on less than I’ve been accustomed to, just in case the rumored Christmas layoffs actually happen. So I cut my weekly allowance from $375 to $300, just to see if I could do it. In November, that worked fine: came in $2.29 in the black at the end of the third week (because I’d had an unexpected bill of $225 the previous week) and $75.19 at the end of the fourth week, for a $349 underrun of November’s$1,500 budget. This month I’ve budgeted $1,200, and it remains to be seen how that will go.

Actually, it’s going better than it looks. Tomorrow I will return a $50 space heater to Lowe’s, having found a much better model at Costco. That will put this week’s budget enough in the black to handily afford a tank of gas. And then some.

The Board of Regents met on Thursday and Friday. We are told this was the Fateful Meeting in which Our Beloved Leader was to faze his plan to declare a financial emergency past the citizen bosses. If layoffs are going to come down soon, they should be announced by the 15th. So, I figure if I still have a job by the end of this month, I’m probably good through the end of June, when my contract runs out.

One way or another, the exercise of trying to live on a reduced budget should serve me well. If I escape the predicted layoffs this time and find I can live on less without much pain, then I’ll continue to do so and bank the extra $300 a month in the emergency fund, the better to have something to fall back on if future rounds of layoffs catch me in their net. At that rate, in five months I will have set aside the equivalent of one full paycheck.

Since December of 2007, I’ve lost over $100,000 from my retirement nest egg (that I know of: I still haven’t seen my 403(b) statements). A 4 percent drawdown from what remains will generate $18,748 a year, of which $9,600 goes toward servicing a mortgage, leaving $8,878 to supplement Social Security of $12,480, for a projected post-layoff gross income of $21,258 a year. I probably wouldn’t owe much tax on that, and so we could think of that as pretty close to net.

My net income right now is about $39,700.

If I earn the highest amount allowed before Social Security starts to penalize you ($13,500), I could bring my total gross to $34,758. State and federal income taxes would take about 20 percent of that, leaving me with about $27,800 to live on: an $11,900 cut in net income!

If I succeed in reducing my budget by $3,600 a year, that will supplement the $6,888 I can cut out of the regular monthly savings set-asides I’m making now plus the $170/month I’ll recover from no longer having to pay the loan, for a total cut in spending of $10,488. So…that will cut my living standard by a de facto $1,412 a year.

And I probably can live with that. Elsewhere, I’ve estimated that the minimum annual net I’ll need for bare survival is about $25,980. It’s going to be a challenge, and it will mean that I will have to teach miserable composition courses and generate income from freelance editing until I’m 66, when I can turn back the amount I will have collected from Social Security to the feds and reset my SS payments to the “full” amount, which is about $25,128 a year.

Assuming I don’t lose an awful lot more in the market, though, these desperate straits will only last for 29 months, until I reach age 66 and am eligible for so-called “full” Social Security entitlement. At that time, I can go back and raid my savings again to repay the $30,160 I will have collected between ages 63 1/2 and 66, which will permit me to reset my Social Security payments to the “full” amount of about $2,094 a month. This will give me a $16,408 drawdown from my reduced savings plus a $25,128 annual Social Security income, for a total gross of $41,536. Suck 28 percent out of that, and you have a net of $29,905, still not a comfortable income by any means (especially given that Medicare will cost nine or ten times what I’m paying for health insurance now), but livable. There’s some chance, though, that my tax rate may not be quite that high, since Social Security is taxed with byzantine complexity—the only way to know what it will be is to have my tax lawyer figure it out, which I ain’t a-gunna pay for until the time comes. Butof course, there’s also a chance that taxes will actually be higher in two or three years, given the bailouts and other extravaganzas our nation is financing.

Time will tell.

Long-term care insurance

Metlife sends a notice inviting me to designate someone who can be alerted if a payment on my long-term care insurance is missed. Good thought: obviously, if you get into a predicament where you need long-term care, you may not be competent to pay your bills. I have the premium, which comes to about $75 a month, paid electronically, and so its unlikely the bill will go unpaid unless M’hijito has to take over my affairs and changes things around.

This policy, which I originally bought from TIAA-CREF but was sold to Metlife, will not cover the exorbitant cost of nursing-home or nursing care 100%. However, it does cover enough that my Social Security and (if my mutual funds ever recover) a 4% drawdown from savings will take up the slack. Because my house is paid for, if the utilities are turned off the house will cost nothing while I’m incarcerated in a nursing home. Well, that’s not so: it will cost the property tax and Gerardo’s bill to come around and clean up the desert landscaping once every month or two.

The cost of nursing care in this country is just astonishing, and because much of it is delivered by minimum-wage workers laboring in extremely difficult conditions, it behooves you to get yourself into the highest-quality nursing home available. And of course, the higher the quality, the higher the cost. By 2004, the average annual cost of nursing home care was over $70,000. This amount increases at about 6% a year; the annual cost is now said to hover around $76,500. In the Phoenix area, if I get sick this year it will cost me about $76,200 to get myself cared for.

Home nursing care, which sounds ever so much more desirable if you’re lucky enough to find someone competent, honest, and caring to do the job, runs about $43,885 a year nationwide and $45,800 in the Phoenix metropolitan area. Assisted living would cost me around $29,700, significantly less than the nationwide average of $33,100.

Is there any question about why some old folks ship out on luxury liners in their sunset years?

Neither Medicare nor health insurance will cover nursing care, at least not for any length of time. In theory Medicare will cover 100 days following an acute illness, but you have to show signs of recovery to get even that much coverage—and of course if your problem is acute senility, “recovery” is not in the picture. When my mother was dying of cancer, we found that Medicare and Blue Cross did everything they could to get her off their rolls, to the extent that my husband, who was a lawyer, and I spent so much of our time and energy fighting bureaucrats that I was left with almost no time to spend with my mother in her last weeks. SDXB had to arrange to have his mother divorce his father when the old man was dying of Parkinson’s, in order to force the VA to cover the his care and avoid pauperizing her.

Medicaid will cover nursing home care, but only after you have utterly pauperized yourself. You must be left penniless, meaning you have had to sell your home, your car, and expendall other assets on medical and nursing home bills. In Arizona, if you’ve made the mistake of gifting your children, as is allowed under federal law, with a few thousand inheritance-tax-free bucks over the two years prior to your falling ill, you can be disqualified from this state’s equivalent of Medicaid on the theory that you must have been trying to cheat the system.

So as you can see, if you’re “lucky” enough to make it to advanced old age, you’d better have long-term care insurance. Fourteen percent of people over 71 suffer from dementia, and that doesn’t count strokes, broken hips, chronic heart failure, Parkinson’s disease, or any of the multitude of other causes that put the elderly out of commission.

The problems with long-term care insurance are a) there are lots of shysters out there selling products that will not provide adequate care; b) premiums are high and must include a provision to adjust upward for the skyrocketing cost of care; and c) the older you are when you buy a policy, the pricier the premiums will be.

In general, you should plan to buy long-term care insurance in your early fifties. Obviously, if you purchase a policy when you’re too young, you’ll pay premiums over a long period when your chance of needing the coverage is almost nil. If you wait until you’re too old, you may be disqualified from buying a policy or pay an exorbitant premium.

You need to investigate any insurance company carefully before buying a long-term policy from it. Be sure it is financially sound and highly rated by Moody’s and A.M. Best. In addition, it’s important to fully understand what you’re buying. Most states have an agency on aging or an insurance commission. These agencies can provide you with information on what to look for and what to avoid in long-term care coverage. AARP also offers a lot of valuable information, but you should be aware that this organization is in the business of selling long-term care insurance.

It’s never too early to look into this issue. And if your parents are baby-boomers, now is the time to find out whether they’re covered and to urge them to get coverage if they’re not. Ten million baby boomers are expected to develop Alzheimer’s disease, and as we’ve noted, that’s not the only ailment that can render an elder helpless. The cost and anguish entailed in having to care for an adult who is fully disabled by senility or other illness are devastating—you should not assume that you will be able to care for your parents in your home, especially since you and your spouse will probably have to work to keep a roof over your heads and you will be trying to deal with raising children at the same time.

My insurance covers nursing home care and in-home care. It also will pay a relative or friend a small stipend to care for me at home, and pay to have the person trained in caregiving. As I look at the budget items I can cut if I’m laid off in the next few weeks, one of the items I do not consider to be an option is the long-term care insurance.

Thinking of turning your blog into a book?

It will be a challenge, because blogging is intrinsically different from book writing. However, if you’ve organized your categories intelligently, you may be able to extract enough material for a salable book out of a year’s worth of posts.

I just posted a quickie guide to getting a book published over at The Copyeditor’s Desk. It’s not the be-all and end-all of publishing advice (it’s a blog post, for petesake), but it does clue you to a valuable resource many writers have yet to discover. Check it out!

Spectacular ending to a difficult day

dcp_2265Unbelievably gorgeous Arizona sunset this evening. The air is crisp—almost cold—as a rain front is ambling in from the west. A buttermilk sky floating in ahead of the storm turned first hot gold and then deep red against a turquoise backdrop. Very nice: A-minus, God.

Today piled atop yesterday to create 48 hours from Hell. At four in the morning, the dog threw up all over the bed. I’d run out of meat last night and so cooked her a couple of eggs…you can imagine what a mess that made. But try not to! By the time I got out of bed and got her off the bed and pulled the soiled blankets off (the heat has been off to save money toward the expected RIF, and so four blankets and throws were stacked on the sheets), we had yellow, stinking barf all over me, all over the floor, all over the throw rug, all over the bed, all over the bureau drawer. Fortunately it didn’t get on the pillows and didn’t soak through to the mattress, but I had to launder every stitch of bedding.

Since I don’t have any other blankets or sheets, that was the end of sleeping, after a five-hour nap.

The washer ran from four in the morning to about noon. So did the dog: she kept right on barfing, even though she had nothing left in her to throw up. After about the dozenth woof, I called the vet.

The issue here is that a day before Thanksgiving she got ahold of some sort of plastic–what it was and where she found it remains a mystery. Whatever, she chewed it up into tiny sharp pieces and swallowed a fair amount of it. This put her at risk of an obstruction or a perforated intestine.

Over the phone at the time, the vet advised me to feed her some vaseline, which works like mineral oil to…uhm…grease the works, as it were. We managed to get through the holidays without incident, but the vet also had said to watch for vomiting. Here, we had vomiting. With a vengeance.

Meanwhile, I have 200 typeset pages of medieval and renaissance research to index by tomorrow. Wuz supposed to have read a chunk of it yesterday, but as you may realize, that did not happen, partly because I was so exhausted and so harried I couldn’t function.

After the 9:00 a.m. junket to Borders to pick up the lost AMEX card, it was off to the vet at 12:30, marking pages and cleaning up barf around those trips.

A set of X-rays showed the dog has something in her gut near the caecum. What, the vet did not know. She advised watchful waiting. Gave the dog an antiemetic shot, advised me to give her Pepcid AC to try to cut down the barfing of yellow bile, and said to ease up on feeding her. That’ll be $225.

So much for trying to live on $300 this week. Well, I wasn’t going to make it anyway, but now I’ll have to raid savings to make ends meet. How on earth do I imagine I’m going to live on a gross income that’s $880 a month less than I net today?????

Managed to get through 52 pages before I fell asleep. Woke from a nap with the same headache I’ve been enjoying nonstop for the past two weeks. Do wish it would go away.
There are a lot of things one wishes would go away.

Perusing the daily news, I about had cardiac arrest when I read this story. If I may be permitted to say so: God Damn It! A cherubic eight-year-old child dies because some moron hands him a loaded freaking Uzi. No ordinary moron, mind you: a freaking chief of police!

As a screaming left-wing liberal who happens to take the Constitution literally and so believes that law-abiding citizens do indeed have a right to bear arms, I am so enraged by this stupidity that I can barely breathe. What in the name of heaven could these people have been thinking?

  1. An eight-year-old is a child. Spell it: c-h-i-l-d!
  2. An Uzi has a recoil. That’s r-e-c-o-i-l.
  3. If you don’t know what that means, try k-i-c-k-b-a-c-k.
  4. An Uzi is designed for soldiers in combat, not small children at play.
  5. A boy will get just as big a thrill out of shooting a .22 as anything else, and a .22 will let him learn how to handle a gun safely and hit a target accurately.

But apparently “handle a gun safely” was not on the agenda at this fun event. w00t! Full auto rock & roll!

Forty-eight hours from Hell.

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Cheap frames

In a comment at the post I published the other day about designing artwork to fit precut mats, photographer FF noted that acquiring frames is an expensive proposition. This is certainly true, even at an outfit such as Aaron Brothers, which has two-for-one sales every few months.

There are two very inexpensive source of frames, some of them quite nice: yard sales and estate sales. People are always trying to unload artwork they’ve tired of. Sometimes they’ll get the most ordinary prints and posters custom-framed. And of course, when they sell the print, they sell the frame and mat with it. You can usually buy these things very cheaply. Remove and throw out the cheesy artwork, and voila! a frame. Install your own mat (if you do this often, it soon becomes cost-effective to buy a mat cutter) and your preferred image or object, and you have a custom-framed work.

Here’s a pastel done by La Maya, whose hobby is painting in pastels and oils. The frame is an estate-sale find.

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She cut the two mats herself and placed the entire arrangement in the frame, using her dining-room table as a workspace.

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