I did something very grown up today. I went to see my financial advisor. He is technically a “wealth manager”. Since I just went out to the parking lot to scrounge for quarters under my car seat, I find it difficult to believe that I have wealth to manage.
I do have some funds in an IRA and a 401k, mainly because I got half from my EH. It’s the law.
Anyway I was pleased to find out that unless the republic crumbles, I may actually be able to retire in seventeen years. (I’m not sure I will still be alive then, but I didn’t really think I would be on this side of fifty, so who knows?)
I asked my WM would he be able to warn me if society completely tanks and assets are grabbed. (I made it clear that I was referring to both my ethnicity and gender.) He said that if that happened it would be without warning and would happen overnight.
I found that slightly reassuring, because my plan B is to hope that some friendly Anglos would help out. BatBeard is fully prepared to shoot zombies and marauders got protect me. (He is! I’ve seen the results of his target practice.)
I’ve made so little money over the past two years that I have gotten really good at this budgeting thing. So the upside of the surviving til retirement thing is that I actually have some experience with the scrimping and pinching to make ends meet thing. I do like having a bit extra and I am in no way suffering.
Right this minute, I am ok and the only thing on my shopping list is cat toys. Really.
I actually put pen to paper to remember cat toys. This is because the little terror called Sabrina has disemboweled all of the catnip mice. There are other toys but she is insistent on playing fetch (BatBeard taught her to do that, and then went back to Myrtle Beach.) with the limp empty husks of catnip mice. There are tufts of catnip scented cotton all over the apartment.
So I need to get new catnip mice. It sounds like I’m spoiling the cats. I’m not. I’m not making a special trip or anything. But she prefers the mice from Target. So if I happen to be at Target, I will get her the mice. I’m not going to Target just for the cat.
I will let you know how I do with that.