Grasshopper No.5’s cat, Indigo, has been trained like Pavlov’s dog to eat when the electrically timed food dish rings and food drops into his container. Indigo positions himself 30 minutes before the food release. Really?
Come to think of it, I’m not unlike Indigo. I ration my 5 blade razor blade cartridge for replacement on the first day of every month. I refuse to throw the “old blade” away until one month is over. The blade can be rough, damaged from dropping or just plain worn. It needs to make it through the month. Indigo has been trained by No.5 to discipline his life. I train myself? For me that borders on “sick”.
Grand-daughter Keely and husband Pedro announced there will be a new addition to their growing family in December. Congrats! Great grand-daughter Myla needs someone to boss around.
I am not exactly a financial guru, but I know when I am getting screwed. I have an IRA from my work days. I wanted to re-arrange the IRA by buying a “no-load” mutual fund. That means it costs nothing to “get into” the mutual fund and nothing to “get out”. When I asked the broker that holds my IRA about purchase, he confirmed that “no-load” meant just that. No cost to acquire. Cool! And then, I was told that the brokerage has an “accommodation” fee. $50. What happened to the “no-load” mutual fund? Oh, the “no-load” fund is just that, free. The brokerage which handles the purchase charges $50. Accommodation fee?
I went out to the mail box to pick-up the paper this morning. There is a skunk in the neighborhood and he isn’t too far from the house! Peewww! Maybe the skunk has a close relative at the brokerage.
Love,
Dad