Good morning! Hope you all had great weekends. (I finished reading American Gods. I’m still trying to process it. We’ll talk later.)
My $50 spending estimate for this weekend was completely thrown off because of soap. I was totally “oh, I don’t need to buy groceries this weekend, I can wait until the middle of the week or so,” and then I realized my bottle of Softsoap Body Butter Coconut Scrub Body Wash was empty.
So I went to the grocery store after all, and figured that while I was there, I might as well get everything that was on my list to get later this week.
Which brings my weekend spending to:
$47.32 on GROCERIES
$3.00 on LAUNDRY
$13.30 on ADULT BEVERAGES
$6.00 on SPARKLING WATER AND A PASTRY
$4.33 on GELATO
$17.52 on ROCK CLIMBING
$10.00 on TIPPING MUSICIANS
$5.99 on ONLINE DATING
Total spending: $107.46
How’d you do?
Photo: Tom Reynolds
Good morning! Since Mike is on a work trip this week, I’m doing the Monday check-in.
So let’s chat about what we spent!
On Friday night, I spent $53.35 splitting the check on a Tinder date. (You shouldn’t read anything into the quality of the date by the fact that we split the check; I like splitting the check, especially on a first date with someone you don’t really know and met through an online interface—it seems fair.)
We went to one of my very favorite restaurants, but I suspect that for future online dates I will take the official Online Dating Advice and meet up somewhere less expensive, like a coffee shop. Or in the park! I love the park. All parks. I love parks the way some people love dogs.
On Saturday, I explored nature with friends and spent $1.85 on a bottle of water (and felt guilty because I could have brought an aluminum water bottle with me) and $2.92 on mochi. Did you know that not all mochi has ice cream inside? I found that out when I bought mochi that did not have ice cream inside.
I also added $20 to my ORCA card so I could keep riding the bus.
On Sunday, I went to the library and spent nothing.
Total spending: $78.12.
How’d you do?
And how were your weekends?
It’s time to check in on our debt payments and savings goals again.
The 8th floor of a huge, high-ceiling building just north of Houston Street in Manhattan is a good place to work. My little chunk of it, a sizable room, comes with air conditioning, comfy chairs, a sofa, a whiteboard, a large mirror, an Apple device charging station, a yoga mat, several industrial-chic lamps, a coat hook, two windows that are each taller than I am, three unobtrusive plants, a magazine rack, and a conference table that can seat six. Ordinarily, the space costs $30/hr but it’s free to me from 1:00 to 3:00 PM via Breather, the room-for-rent service.
A psychiatrist I once saw operated in this very building. I dubbed him Dr. Worthless because I am uncharitable that way, especially after a break up. He tried to get me on a strong psychoactive medication and I resisted because my mother had been prescribed that very medication and reacted badly to it. He kept forgetting that I had said no, or kept pushing it on me anyway, and finally I lost my temper. “What, do they pay you or something?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he replied, without blinking.
He also told me I wouldn’t need the pills he did give me because the placebo effect of my carrying them around will suffice to keep my anxiety attacks at bay. The poets sing of placebos: Oh, a good placebo, who can find it? Its worth is above rubies. What would the copay be on an effective placebo? I’d pay rubies, sure.
Month 1 of DWYL: Year 2, is almost over. Year 2 is going to be even more scary interesting than Year 1 was, because Ben, my life partner and co-parent, has joined me in the quest of tying personal satisfaction to professional fulfillment. He has traded one FT, well-paying if soul-sucking job for a combination of two PT jobs, one of which is in what he thinks is his chosen field. I am still freelance. No benefits, no stability. This is, patently, crazy.
Good morning! I hope everyone enjoyed their weekends!