Today I found a recent 401(k) statement for the spouse. This set me off on a hunt for the retirement statements I have. I have piles of papers scattered in the spare room, our bedroom and in the living room. Never mind I have three crates for filing these.
In rooting for these statements like a blind pig who trapped her snout in lavender oil for a half-hour, I learned I miss investing. I have not invested for three months, instead saving $$ for house, taxes, laptop, family vacation. I must return to dropping envelopes of hot love to my brokerage of choice, and dabble in foreign currencies and precious metals.
I have also learned I cannot have control over my life until I tame my clutter. Then I will have organized and prioritized. Everything is a wildcard right now. I want so much to keep things simple, but the monkey mind reigns supreme. I hate this because I set a bad example for my child who is even more organizationally impaired than I.
But in also rooting for the statements I have found a library book I feared I would never see! That goes back tomorrow.
$306.13 optometrist bill today. I wonder what kind of high deductible we have in our health savings account.
He understands though, and spots me some prescription medication when I visit for my regular examinations, saving me $89.
What else: oh I was tabulating the finance statements for our bridge loan application outside a closed cafe (no, baselle, not THAT one) when the killer's dad (TKD) comes up. We are alone as the spouse had gone across the street for cheap roadtrip reads. I give TKD a hug, we talk about the grieving process, bridge loans, nuclear detritus washing up on the West Coast (note to self: do not move south) and why the cafe is closed: owner hastened downtown for a permit to participate in the local farmers market which started today. I did not tell TKD that I bought gift cards for the recovering barista/cook (RBC). Some stalking, errr, research showed that RBC was threatened with foreclosure three years ago so he presumably is not a wealthy person. I got a Target card for him and a Petco card for his little cat friend who could well be his "cheap therapist" as he recovers to return to work. A man who rides a motorcycle and owns a cat melts my heart.
A fearless, organized life filled with vitality and love: that is my goal to work toward.
Disorganization Blues
June 15th, 2012 at 04:28 am
June 15th, 2012 at 05:07 am 1339733253
But what set me off the other day was my DH's 401K statement. I usually just scan them and file them, but I've been wondering why his account was doing so poorly. I figured it out: I dropped his contribution down when we thought he was losing his job, and I've never changed it. I had a vague feeling something was amiss as we had an awful lot of money in checking, but I could just zoink myself. And my DD has the same organizational issues too.
Tomorrow, the office!
June 15th, 2012 at 05:31 am 1339734674
June 15th, 2012 at 06:19 am 1339737572