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I know Backwards Day was last week but my wonderful dh wrote this post yesterday and I just know there are some other Works for Me Wednesday bloggers who have words of wisdom for us regarding finances. Leave a comment, we need all the help we can get!

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This blog doesn’t really have anything to do with daylight savings time, although the recently-lost hour of sleep looms large in my consciousness. This afternoon Kathy and I were talking about a novel concept: saving money.

It isn’t an idea that comes very naturally to either of us, I’m sorry to say. We tend to live ‘in the moment’ much of the time, and (thanks to an excessive number of credit cards) we usually just buy something if it is not very expensive and we want it. We don’t go in for big ticket items, but the steady flow of self indulgent and other-indulgent spending is definitely not under strict regulation.

I looked it up on the internet, ’cause if it is on the internet, you know it must be true. It is sort of funny to see that there is a whole Wikipedia page on the subject of savings — I guess I’m not the only one that needed to research this strange concept.

A Quarter Saved is Twenty-Five Cents

Don’t get me wrong — we do actually do some saving. My employer matches a part of my 401(k) savings so that I’d be a fool not to put aside 5%, so I do. But apart from that, we don’t really save. We use credit to buy things we need but can’t afford, and (like many Americans) we have some considerable month-over-month credit card debt.

One of the significant problems we face is that saving doesn’t seem real, when you have any kind of debt. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to put money aside in a bank account that doesn’t generate interest, when you could pay off debt that probably costs you at least some kind of interest or fees. But once you pay off some debt, when do you decide that you can buy that item for which you are saving?

watch out!

I'm gonna get you!

Thankfully this stuff only cost a dollar.

Let’s start with a hypothetical example: suppose you owe $5000 on credit cards, and you’re paying 6% interest on that debt. Suppose (hypothetically, remember) that you really want to save up for a new computer that costs $700. What do you do?

One school of thought is that you pay off the entire $5000, before you even think of buying anything you don’t absolutely need. “Attack debt like the cancer it is!” they cry, frothing at the mouth at the idea of debt unvanquished. While such ideas are very inspiring, they don’t really take into account the self-indulgence that probably caused the situation in the first place. When I contemplate this scorched-earth attitude toward debt, and the barren wasteland of consumerism it requires (even for a season), my spirit quails. I’m just not willing to wait that long to gratify my desire, unless I have to.

Another school of thought gives a nod to motivating the saver, and suggests that payments against debt must be made, but (once those payments are satisfied each month) allows saving toward a goal. Supposing that monthly income minus expenses netted $400, they would say, “Spend half on retiring debt and half for future savings.” All other things remaining equal, this would mean that in three and a half months you’d have paid down your debt by $700, and saved enough for the new computer as well.

sarah gives it a try

Maybe Sarah should save up some money for a new hairdresser.

One problem with this is it is sometimes hard to see where the money goes, and hard to avoid dipping back into the debt that you pay off. Suppose I’m two months into my savings plan, and I’ve paid off $400 in debt and saved $400. Suddenly, you realize that you have to fix the brakes and tires on your car, which (hypothetically) costs $700. Do you:

  • (a) wait to fix the brakes until you’ve saved the $700, even if waiting may be unsafe or cause further costly damage to the car?
  • (b) spend the $400 that you’ve saved toward the computer, pay the rest on a credit card, and start over on your savings?
  • (c) pay the whole $700 for the brakes on a credit card and leave the $400 in savings alone, since it is allocated toward a particular item?
  • (d) pay the $400 from savings to the brake shop and negotiate for monthly payments (to avoid increasing credit debt)?

If only I had saved this ...
Not my actual cash …

Also, how do you actually handle the money? Do you put the $400 in a separate savings account, or do you go ahead and use it (until it is needed) to pay off the credit card?

Perhaps the most widely-accepted school of thought reasons like this: “Once you have a debt that is more than you can easily pay off, you might as well just buy whatever you want (within reason) and try not to let your debt get any bigger. Why get all upset about it, or deny yourself? Sooner or later, you’ll get a bonus, or you’ll sell your house for a profit, or you’ll earn more money … or something will bail you out.”

Of course, this last school of thought may be partly responsible for the massive 2.545 trillion dollar consumer credit debt currently plaguing our citizenry.

Several Bible passages come to mind:

The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is servant to the lender. — Proverbs 22:7

The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous give generously; — Psalm 37:21

Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor. Love, for the Day is Near. Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law. — Romans 13:7-8

I know there must be at least one or two savers out there. What do you do? What practical steps do you use to help you get control of your money? Please be gentle — remember, you’re dealing with typical American consumers, thoroughly indoctrinated in the ways of easy credit.

Tim

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An Exercise in Fruitility

I took the day off today, because my brother Torpid was in town. He e-mailed me about a month ago, mentioning that he would be in the area, and suggested that I attend him on an adventure. “I’m looking at property down near Olympia, and I thought you might want to come along,” he wrote.

Editor’s Note: My brother actually has another name, but I started calling him ‘Torpid’ in this post, and the name seemed to fit, so I think I’ll stick with it.

Although he claims to be the “only normal one in the family”, my brother is rather weird. He lives in Norway, so buying property in Washington State is a little strange — 4600 miles is one serious commute. Besides, he already owns property in Washington State. Personally, I think he just likes driving around on back-roads in rental cars.

Yep, normal, all right
You can see how ‘normal’ he is in the context of his own family.

Still, the last time I accompanied him on a property quest, he fell into a small river. You just can’t buy that kind of entertainment — you have to take it as it comes. As a loyal and loving brother, I’ve mocked and heckled him about that for years — I wasn’t about to miss out on a chance to renew the fun.

Moments from a good ducking
Too bad my camera wouldn’t take a series of pictures in succession, but here is what he looked like just before he fell in.

My brother agreed to pick me up around 9, so I could sleep in a little and still be ready to go. I figured I’d get up around 8, shower, make myself breakfast, pack a lunch for our travels, and be ready when he arrived. I nipped downstairs in my boxers to see “the lay of the land” and was immediately sucked into helping Kathy write a homework assignment for one of the classes she teaches at the local homeschool co-op.

At 8:43, Kathy finally released me to go shower. “That stinker Torpid will probably come early, too,” I predicted as I ran for the stairs.

“Uncle Torpid is here!” chorused several of the children, gleefully on cue.

We still managed to leave around 9, but it took us quite some time to get going on our ‘adventure’. First Torpid stopped at 7-Eleven to top off his Ultra, Super, Bigger-Than-Big Gulp. (My brother knows the latitude and longitude of all 7-Eleven stores in Western Washington, within a 10-meter variance, even though it has been a couple of years since he lived here.) Next he wanted a bagel at Panera’s. My brother is incapable of driving past a Panera’s store; he visibly salivates, which is a little disconcerting for the unprepared passenger. “How ’bout we stop for a bagel,” I suggested, dabbing at his chin with a napkin.

G'ma, Grandpa & Daniel
Some say my brother does pretty well in the ‘normal’ department, considering some of the other members of the family tree.

Then Torpid wanted to run a series of errands, ranging from Target to the PX on a nearby military base. It was the better part of two hours before we were finally on our way.

“Say, where’s that clear plastic folder with all the addresses of the properties I want to visit,” Torpid asked.

“Um, what clear plastic folder?” A long silence ensued.

About a half-hour later, we were back on the road. As it turned out, the folder had been left on our coffee table. Exchanging baleful glances and casting blame on each other as best we could, we headed out for the first address on the list.

We got on the highway, and drove, and drove. And then we drove some more.

“Say, is this property you’re looking for, even in Washington?” I asked, plaintively. I suddenly remembered that my brother values his privacy and doesn’t like living cheek-by-jowl with the local peasantry. Eventually, we found the first tract of land, right on a major road. It had a few nice cedar trees, but was mostly swamp, and the noise from the passing traffic was pretty loud.

“I’m underwhelmed,” said Torpid, as we drove away. I had to agree, especially since he had failed to live up to my expectations in the ‘falling-into-the-swamp’ department. He wouldn’t even go near the swamp, and refused to let me hold the camera, for good measure. It is pretty ugly when brothers can’t even trust each other.

My brother who walks on water
“Sure, I think that stone will hold your weight!”

One of the properties was nearly in Oregon. We saw lots of evidence of the flood damage that the Chehalis and Centralia areas had suffered, and my brother was hoping for property up on the hillside a bit. The plot of land we eventually found was down in the bottom of the valley, alongside a promising creek, and my spirits soared. “Let’s go down a little closer to the creek,” I urged, casually. “Say, are those fruit trees, down there, right by the edge of the water?”

Unfortunately, Torpid is a lot smarter than he looks, which isn’t saying much. He dismissed the land with only a cursory glance. “I don’t want land with so much standing water,” he snapped. “And stop trying to take my camera!” Sometimes older brothers can be very uncooperative.

There was a fourth property, which involved a ‘shortcut’ through the wilds of Grays Harbor County. I navigated, holding the map and peering at it from time to time, just for the look of the thing. “Let’s see, we’ll want to take the next right, and then a left.” Knowing how easily Torpid gets lost, and well aware of my brother’s capricious nature, I tried to take a page from scripture:

Because the Sovereign LORD helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame. — Isaiah 50:7

“We must set our faces like flint, and not turn at the next left, but shall bear, rather, to the right,” I intoned portentously.

Torpid pounced on this opportunity to mock me. “Why flint?” he challenged. “Flint is actually quite brittle. How ’bout soapstone?” We argued for some time about this. I suggested we set our faces like granite or maybe even basalt, but he wasn’t having any. Eventually, we agreed to disagree on the relative position of various minerals on Moh’s scale of hardness. We determined that we could set our faces like a hard crust of bread. “We shall set our faces like croutons,” Torpid announced, always trying to upstage me.

A face set like a crouton
A face set like a crouton, but David still likes him.

The last property could not be found. We drove back and forth, but to no avail. Finally, we headed for home. Stopping off (of course) at Panera’s (this time for sandwiches), we made a quick detour to Cabela’s, a very cool outfitter store along the way home.

Considering how fruitless our search was (and how futile, hence the title, “An Exercise in Fruitility”), it was a surprisingly fun day. “Sometimes, it helps to know what you don’t want,” opined my brother.

Back at home, we had a lot of fun watching Torpid try to activate his new prepaid phone. We all gathered ’round and shouted encouraging remarks to help him through the voice-activated automated menus. “Swahili!” we chorused, when it asked him what language he spoke. “Seven, four, thirty-one, eight, ninety-two,” we shouted when they prompted him for his handset identifier. It was a jolly time for all of us.


We were a big help in activating the new phone.

Eventually he cut short the frivolity and headed off. Hopefully he’ll forget how obnoxious we are and come to church with us on Sunday.

Tim
Project 366, Day 67

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Good Night

Having been convicted about the lack of self-discipline in my life AND been reminded about the priorities which are important to me, I think I will forgo my favorite evening past time – BLOGGING – and go to sleep at a decent hour.

Thank you for all your kind words and prayers. You are all so dear to me. It is such a blessing to have friends and family (and random internet strangers) encouraging me.

Works for Me Wednesday is Backwards Day this week so be prepared to share with me your words of wisdom.

I’m not sure on what topic yet, but it will be something powerfully good.

Kath

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Accountability

When the Lord works in your life to refine you, do you fight, flee or listen?

I am a cheerful, even-tempered person, for the most part, but this evening I found myself weeping.

Twice.

God is speaking to me about some issues of self-control and discipline in my life. I can feel Him pruning away the dry, shriveled branches.

It hurts. Stings. Wrenches.

Even though I know the end result is fresh growth and new blossoms, I still find myself clinging to those withered, unattractive twigs.

rachel and her mama

Rachel and I enjoyed the sunshine this afternoon.

Today a friend listened to me share my struggles in the areas of finances, homeschooling and healthy food/exercise habits. Just as I was asking for prayer to be faithful, she interrupted to point out that all of those battles lead back to a lack of self-control.

“You can’t treat the symptoms when there is an underlying, root cause that needs addressing,” she said and from there we began a quick Biblical word study on the topics of “self-discipline” and “self-control.”

It wasn’t pleasant. My heart was hurt as I looked in the face of some of my shortcomings and thought about my many failures. I was weary at the thought of all the effort involved in CHANGING a core weakness.

At the end of our visit, my friend gently touched her Bible and said she would be earnestly praying for me from Colossians 1.

“…and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience…” Colossians 1:9-11

let's sit together

Through the fire, amidst the tears, never leaving me, the Lord is there by my side. When I am weak, I can lean on Him. In my ugliness and failure, His love is still true and constant.

Kathy

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What is this picture?

We had co-op this week. No matter how we plan or schedule our time, the kids are constantly working on projects at the last minute.

I can’t imagine where they get that from!

Perhaps from their father’s side of the family.

Please don’t check the time stamp on this post.

As I was saying, each week there is something that needs IMMEDIATE attention, at the last minute. Is this true for public school as well or is it because we only have classes one day a week? Do all parents face this, “Oh no, my assignment is due tomorrow and I haven’t started!” phenomena?

Daniel and Rachel hurry to memorize their spelling words. Joshua is usually on the computer finalizing his presentation homework. Daniel often has a paper to finish for our writing class. The only reason Joshua and Rachel aren’t also furiously writing is that they aren’t taking the course this semester.

doing his math

Sorry kids, just being real.

This was Daniel creation for co-op. Can you identify if from my poorly taken picture?

what is this?

So not only am I homeschooling the children, teaching them during the day, molding and shaping their little brains, I’m also monitoring homework someone ELSE has assigned them.

We started watching Pollyanna this evening.

I can see I need to practice playing The Glad Game.

that's my girl

I’m awfully glad God blessed me with this sweet daughter.

Kathy

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