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Finding Balance

Video: Slinky cat

Joy found this on Stuff on my cat. You can always tell it’s Friday when links like this start showing up in my instant messenger.

Doing the math

We have been watching the economic situation progress for some time now, trying to determine what would be our best steps for the future; we weren’t sure whether we should consider another relocation, or whether we should settle in here — and if the latter, whether to keep renting or try to buy. My getting the job I have now steered us in the direction of staying put, unless I am relocated which is pretty unlikely. So that brought up the rent vs. buy question again.

The housing crash could potentially have a silver lining, in that people who otherwise could not have afforded a house are seeing the prices come back down into the affordable range, and in some areas of NC where economic factors have hit particularly hard there are some real bargains to be found. So lately we’ve been looking hard at whether it would be a good time for us to try and buy a house.

Ten years ago, I had this ‘money pit‘ of a Mercury Sable that required some expensive repair or another at least once a month. I remember saying to myself each time, “yeah, but at least I don’t have a car payment.” The last straw for the Sable was a blown head gasket, and when I sat and added up all the bills from the years I had it, I realized I had paid an average of three hundred dollars a month in repairs, and paid for the used car twice over. I could have been putting that money towards a car payment instead, and had the benefit of a vehicle I could trust to get from point A to B instead of worrying each trip would end with me stranded and waiting for a tow truck.

This morning, I was thinking back to that car situation, and contrasting it with our current rent vs. buy dilemma. I got the idea to add up all the rent we have paid in the last ten years, since we left NC for Arizona back in May of ’99. The total, which doesn’t include the non-refundable pet deposits we paid in some places (but does include the deposit the first landlord cheated us out of when we moved out) comes to over seventy thousand dollars. That’s pretty sobering.

Now, on one hand this doesn’t account for the above-mentioned pet deposits, or the improvements we made to some of these places to make them ‘home’ for us, like shelving and gardens, nor could I think of any way to factor in the fact that, because of the difficulties finding rentals that allow animals, we wound up living in places where we would not have chosen to be if we’d had an alternative. I do recognize that, on the other hand, there were financial hardships that occurred in some of these places that would have been our responsibility if we had owned rather than rented — like the new roof our current house just had to have installed. I’d like to think that, if we’d been buying a house, we would have been able to avoid getting into some of these disasters (we could see when we rented this house, for instance, that it needed a new roof among many other things) but we do recognize that home ownership comes with risks and responsibilities.

Fear of facing unexpected bills we might not be able to cover (like a new roof, or a blown furnace) has been one of the things that has kept us from really thinking about home ownership. There’s also the fact that it means we’d have to pick a spot and plant our ‘gypsy’ feet in it long term, and that’s a bit scary too. On the other hand, not being able to really put in a proper garden, or repaint, or do many of the other little things that makes a home a home gets frustrating.

I can go in mental circles on this all day. What if we bought a house and then I was laid off? On the other hand, what if our landlord decided to sell this house one day, and we had to suddenly move? I guess, either way you look at it, you can be a few short steps from homeless if things go bad. The frightening thing is that with the financial situation in the country the way it is right now, it’s hard to predict how bad they might get. So we continue to watch, and ponder, and try and gauge what the best decision would be.

Over seventy thousand dollars in rent. Wow. I am actually not sure if it was a good thing to crunch those numbers, as it was a lot less disturbing when it was just some vague nebulous concept.

Parchment of Evil

We’ve made a few recipes lately that called for (ideally) parchment paper or (less ideally) a greased and floured pan. Since the latter turned out to be horrifically messy, we decided to try the parchment paper. I was in Earth Fare today picking up a few things for another recipe and was pleased to find they had parchment paper as well, and an eco-friendly kind at that.

As I picked up the box, the end flew open and the paper shot out like it had just been lauched from a rocket, bounced off the cleaning supplies on the opposite side of the aisle, and landed on the floor. I caught it before it unravelled, but I was already laden with a red pepper, my reusable bags, a bag of mushrooms, and a can of olives so I didn’t make much headway with getting it under control. There was frantic juggling of all above items, some swearing under my breath, and the roll sailed gleefully in a different direction across the aisle. I put down all the other items and recaptured it; by now it had unfurled somewhat and expanded to about twice it’s previous size. It had no intention of going back to it’s box prison and escaped me a third time.

By now the muttering under my breath was maybe not so much under my breath, and I lunged after the offending paper, managed to sort-of roll it back together, and stuffed it back in the box.  It didn’t really fit, and now stuck out about 6″ from the end of the box. Surprisingly, no one in the crowded store had witnessed the drama unfolding. Or maybe anyone who did fled quickly. For a split second I contemplated gently setting it down on the paper towel display and tiptoeing quietly away from the scene, but that seemed wrong — even if it wasn’t my fault the end of the box wasn’t glued. So off to the checkout went the parchment and I.

Checkout clerk (as he gets to the mangled box of parchment): “Uh…did you see–”

Me: “I did it. There was a large fight with the box and I lost. I didn’t want to be that person who makes a mess and then runs away and leaves it.”

Checkout clerk: “Oh… well thanks, but really we can get you a new box, we don’t mind. It looks like it was defective.”

Me: “That’s OK, I don’t want to waste it. And besides, it’s actually become a personal vendetta between me and that box.  I plan on continuing the battle at home.  Oh, and check your security camera for that aisle later; I’m sure I provided lots of entertainment.”

The clerk laughs a bit uncertainly, and finishes ringing up the stuff as I bag it. As I started to walk away after he handed me my receipt and I thanked him, he called after me, “Good luck with your fight with the parchment paper — I hope you win!”

Link: Very cool spider pics

Joy found a really neat photo site and just sent me a link to a gallery called The Mimicry of Spiders. Some really cool close up pics, and a bizarre Youtube video.

I warn you the site,  Dark Roasted Blend: Weird and  Wonderful Things, is a black hole of productivity loss. Yeah, you’ll take a quick look, and then the next thing you know you realize several hours have passed, it’s gotten dark outside, and you have no idea what you were working on before you clicked on the link. Blame Joy for this.