I’m sorry I’ve been falling down on responding to comments lately. I am reading them all, I swear. I’m just feeling at sea as I deal with copious things. It feels like more than normal, which it probably isn’t. But it feels that way.
Tim may be right about my needing to have a doctor evaluate my med levels. But it might also just be the current stress, which is slowly passing. I’ll discuss it with my new med-management doctor, which will probably be the same person Tim is scheduled to see (assuming we like him).
All I know is that we very nearly came home with a one-year-old pit/terrier mix the other day. We were in the mall, and Tim wanted to go to the shelter and see the animals. They cheer him up, though also sadden him since we’re not ready for a dog yet.
There was a sweet, forlorn-looking pup. And the adoption fee was waived. I became convinced that this meant the dog was on death row and got all teary as we were walking back to the car.
We decided to go back and at least play with the dog a little before leaving him to his (gulp) fate. But once we got back there, we found out you have to fill out an application to interact with the dogs at all. Too much work/commitment for a dog we couldn’t take home, so we left again with me tearing up a second time.
Good news: I got home and looked the shelter up. It’s a no-kill organization, so the dog was safe. Apparently, they were just having an adopt-a-bull event.
The whole way home, though, I was considering just how bad it would be really to get a dog now. (Answer: Financially very inadvisable. Also a very peeved Patches, but she’ll get over it.)
I told Tim we’ll revisit the dog question once we see the state of our savings account after paying for the last part of the dental implants process.
In the meantime, I’m refusing to visit any more shelters. Seeing all the animals get left behind — especially in the shelters that aren’t no-kill — hurts my heart.
I always leave wondering if maybe we could afford, like, 10 dogs. It feels like I’m consigning them to die if we don’t just scoop every last one up. Ah, depression.
It turns out I was one of the 10 winners of CFSI’s What Financial Health Means to Me contest!
Thank you to everyone who shared my post. I’m not sure if I won due to social media or actual content. But I do know that Mom and I had the most Twitter engagement — at least for people using the requisite #finhealthmatters. Just more proof that you guys rawk.
I’ll get my FinCon ticket free, plus $1,500 of expenses reimbursed. Which is nice since the hotel itself is a painful $942 after taxes. More actually, since we decided to drive there and parking is $29 a day. Insane.
The rental car is a bit more expensive than normal too. Mom no longer has a car and, therefore, no longer has insurance. Since she’ll inevitably be driving at least part of the way, we need to get coverage through the rental company.
The Chase Sapphire card will cover the basic damage waiver insurance as long as I book the car on that card. (Man, I love that sucker!) But Mom and I agreed that we should add the third-party liability insurance just in case. Which brings a $190-a-week rate to around $400. Yowza.
That’ll still leave us just about enough to cover the ridiculous parking fees. Mom offered to pay for gas because she’s saving so much money otherwise. And because she’s a mom.
So we won’t have to plunder savings/the vacation fund for this annual blog-nerd-extravaganza we call FinCon.
Speaking of winning…
Just wanted to ask once again that you guys help me push Frugality for Depressives by nominating it for a Plutus. (And of course, feel free to add me as “best frugality blog” if you feel so inclined.)
I don’t expect to win. Jason Vitug — already insanely popular with his Phroogal site — got a book review from the New York Times so… yeah. But all I really need is to make it into the finals. If I do, the book title will be read at the Plutus Awards ceremony. Which means 200+ people hearing the name. Very helpful.
You can nominate me by clicking on this link.
How are all y’all doing? Anyone want to take a couple of chores off my list? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?