I've been checking out my shipping benefits with the internet Vis-a-vis target.com as my supplier for my roommates and their commercial proclivities. And I've also automated my protien powder order (5%of in addition to my 5% discount with my Red Card).
When the economy hath adequately opened and the Cuttings-scare far enough on the rearview, I shall put thr cash that I've been earning during the lockdown via online shopping for my housemates to work.
In the image PhD An Smith, it's a paradigm I plan to propagate. 👍
Today I learned, via Simle Message System (text messaging) that my aunt's hairdresser's husbnd had COVID-19, my aint ly had her hair done; so, two more weeks of the COVID-winter. I'm skeptical to say the least. To my senses, seems mightily like Democrat voter suppression.
In a show of solidarity, Phoenix Police walked with protesters. This entreat mitigated the evolution from protest to riot and concomitant property damage. Way to be classy Phoenix. Looks like the bedlam that befell the East and Far West will passover the cowboy Southwest.
Early this morning in attempts to cook quiche, the smoke alarm blared. The whole house was woken with a start.That caregiver was not aware of the trickery of my oven. It used to do the same thing to my mom.
Spring in the sense that 'tis indubitably warmer. Also the Chinese-flu-pandemic born last fall is dissipating. And the subsequent market tumult seems to be subsiding, but not before causing massive losses. Of course, this sets the stage for an upswing.
Awhile back, one of my housemates gave me a really nice spoon with which for me to eat my morning cereal. It is my wont to periodically, when my supply runs low, buy Giant sized raisin bran from Target.com. I do it in effort to keep the trains running on time. Much fiber.
I do, however, use the spoon quite often. Of course, i rinse it off following each utilization.
I always keep it in my bank pocket, 'just in case.' Never know when a nice spin might come in handy. In a pinch, it could act as either a blackjack or other blunt force multiplier
When my Arizona governor Doug Ducey reiterated his decision to stick to his guns and reopen Arizona on May 15, I was proud that I'd voted for him, support him. Arizona, a Republican-led state, is actually following the scientific consensus. Now is the time to reopen, the economy demands it. More people would die, were we not to reopen. Our society is too interconnected to long support isolation.
Mere moments ago, my housemate came up to me requesting that I order him some stuff from Target.com. Earlier in the day, he'd met with his mother and gotten some cash. I purchased a Tupperware cereal portable container, some concomitant cereal to fill it and some honey mustard to spice up meals. Of course, I took a small commission. In true capitalist fashion, the transaction was total win-win-win. I get a charge out of helping people, and it didn't hurt that my break got wet in the process. Everybody's happy. Oh yeah, the shipment is slated to arrive at my house Friday.
So, I think I caught and bested the COVID. Documented it days later (cf: I Fought the Flu and the Flu Lost) (1/26). Did it once, it was rough but, I can do it again. It was a tough few days, but I'm pretty healthy, serious flu, but flu nonetheless. Ready to reopen the economy.
Based on the theory that pent up demand causes the economy and the stock market to act as a coiled spring, I am eagerly awaiting the eventual return to normalcy, and all the attendant adventures .it will bring with it. Vee shaped recovery, baby.
On this Mother's Day while streaming my local church service, I learned that one church member did succumb to COVID-19.
This far that is the only person whom I am separated closer than the 6-degrees that has been struck down by COVID. A roommate has a relation who has recovered, and I think I had it in January, but am all recovered.
A few years ago while in Target checkout line, my eyes were drawn to their Red Debit Card, discount card. Upon further research, I discovered that the card works good in-store and online (target.com), which has a certain forward-thinking ring to it now considering the quarantine we've been undergoing as of late. Free delivery on most orders over $35. On items that are excluded, (e.g. Soda Pop) I ask my up pickup Sarge, (cf: A Few Good Men) a Staff Seargeant buddy from church, to pick them up for me.
The card really helps online. To wit, I just received an order (5 boxes of Giant Sized Raisin Bran and 2 Party Sized bags of Peanut M&Ms. Wednesday, I am slated to take delivery of an economy sized bag of floss-picks. Even in quarantine, oral hygiene must be maintained. COVID may come and COVID may go, but adult teeth, they're forever. Hopefully. The M&Ms were thrown in as fodder to reach the $35 threshold, but I shall eat them irregardless; so, if I have to anyway, might as well... Looks like I am forced to eat M&Ms. Perish the thought.
When the Combat (by MusvlePharm) protein powder I bought from Amazon.com which enhances my workout regimen runs out, I shall switch to Muscle Milk from Target.com for the protein portion of my dietary excercise regimen. Oh well...
The government COVID-quarantine response has made a lifelong internet-first shopper/consumer out of this 21st Century Digital Boy. (Cf: Think Local, Act Digital)
I had a bout with the flu a while ago that was so acute that I felt it rose to the level that i blogged about it (cf: I Fought the Flu and the Flu Lost [Jan 26]). True to my cowboy bravado, I merely withstood the onslaught. Good thing governor Ducey has set the reopening of the State for mid-May (5/15/2020). The economy (my bailiwick, MBA 09, WPCarey) needs to get back to business. More will die if the shutdown continues too long (starvation, lack of fundamental services, disruptions in supply chain, et cetera),
Sundays after lunch, I rebroadcast a stream of my local church sermon. I utilize my local church's website run through my TV's web browser, or I YouTube the service. Whatever works. I am regularly joined by one of my housemates. I like being able to provide that 'servoce.' My little, local church has a good A/V department.
This morning, while listening toet usall praymy country radio morning show, which is my wont, a governor's message came over the waves. Governor Doug Ducey set a date of May 15 for the lifting of the home quarantine restriction (Hunker and Bunker) decree. .Let us all pray that ths holds. The Gubernatorial decree, not the restriction.
Wherever possible, I've been migrating my online purchases from Amazon.com to Target. com.
There is a Target site right around the corner (neighborhood adjacent). The sales tax that I arm assessed for any purchases will stay in the neighborhood, the offerings are pretty comparable, I have a Target Red Debit Card; so, that's 5% percent right off thr top.
Of course, I always have Prime video for TV. So, I have options, and choice is a good thing.
I started growing my moustache slightly before President The Donald was elected, but I always kept it neatly trimmed. In the ll of this year, as if presaging the pandemic, I decided to let my tassles go native, eventually to have each tucked behind its respective ear, much like Sam Elliott in his Big Lebowski cameo appearance, quite simply because 'The Dude Abides.' And because a large moustache is a status symbol.
I intended to let my moustache grow as long as this pandemic and attendant economic ramifications persist and reverberate.
By all models of calamities past, I ought to get honestly highly hirsute before all's said and done.
Tonight's dinner eas chicken and rice. To much of the latter, far too little of thr former. Thus, it necessitated that I dip into my reserve food to supplement my protein requirements. After all, that was the main thrust of my quarantine emergency survival reserve food stock. To be used as a last resort. Were I to make it through three crucible unscathed, I'd relegate it to snackage-fodder, but it served its intended purpose. Glad my Right-Hand-Man took me shopping that day while the shelves were yet to be totally gleaned of easy pickin'a. Pays to preplan like the much-maligned doomsday preppers. The fodder of late night comics and liberal pundits, et al. But my retort is quite simply, "who's laughing now?" And I still have untapped foodstuffs. Im sitting in the catbird seat, grinning like the Cheshire cat. As Tom Petty would retort, "Go ask Alice."
Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. I'll have it when I need it.
Heretofore, I shall always have a store of reserve foodstuffs. I ordered 2 months of food from mypatriotsupply.com. Should arrive in 9-11 weeks. I shalh migrate it with me wherever I may roam. It shall soothe my anxieties. I have cereal in the meantime, more on the way. That should fill the lurch in these Mad Max, Dystopian days. I'm pretty certain that more company food will arrive soon. But one can never be TOO careful.
Looks like my Boy Scout training my soon come into full effect. The house is run on a shoestring. A while back, I stocked up on backup foodstuff, protein bars, granola bars, beefstick, snickers. However, my buddy has some oatmeal that he had me order for him and is going to share with the roommates. I routinely order shipments of raisin bran, with another scheduled to arrive Wednesday. I'm good, but just don't want to leave my buddies in the lurch.
After dinner, I had a brain spark. Remembering that my church has an A/V department, the thought struck me like a bolt from out of the blue, 'Wiseguy, check the website.' Lo and behold, there was an Easter sermon by the minister of education on the events surrounding Easter (tomb, rolling of the stone, resurrection). One of my roommates and I watched it.
Wasn't as good as being there, but better than I could've expected.
So,looks like this shall be the paradigm for a while.
In these times of quarantine whe social gatherings of many people ste verboten, that makes church gatherings quite impossible (because of social distancing). As a stubborn 21st century digital Dutchman, I gathered with one of my roommates around my phone, YouTube app opened to a Baptist sermon, streaming several pastors extolling God's Word.
A while ago, I noticed a white hair in my moustache; 'twas small, easily forgotten, so, that's what I did. Looking at my visage today in the mirror, i espied my face and in my moustache's left tassel is a long-ish, sinuous white hair snaking its way through my otherwise ruddy/auburn/brown soup-catcher
I can now once again wear my shorts and not get an uncomfortable chill. High temperature today was forecast to be 77 degrees Fahrenheit. Usually I remain in jeans until it gets into the eighties, but today I just had a feeling in the air, and when I just checked my phone, it displayed 79 F'n degrees. That's close enough to make me happy. I suppose that's just my epicaricacy.
Now that the COVID-pall is starting to thaw, as the house technocrat, I'm back to procuring items for my roommates. They give me cash, I order items from either Amazon.com or preferably Target.com. I am subscribed to Amazon for the TV (prime video); so, any purchases get free delivery, my Target Red Debit card gives me 5% discount, and if the purchase is over $35, delivery is free. If my roommates' purchases are too small, I bolster them with my own purchases. Either way delivery is mitigated.
The cloud of this pandemic may just be the slap across the hysteric's face that we needed to change our social behavior. The quarantine has effectively curtailed any of my excess spending, id est, forced savings. I'm having to think in a more longitudinal manner. E.g., once this pail hath lifted and normalcy is resumed, I fully intend to resume my search for a wife, go on some speed dates. Forced savings. 'Always look on the bright side of your life...'
This economic downturn was caused by a government instituted (over)reaction to a pandemic. To constrain the COVID-19 malady, Hunker and Bunker was decreed, this inactivity caused pent up demand. When the spring doth get sprung, the growth ought be tremendous. If this downturn tracks with previous downturns and I just hold pat, my future should be pretty secure. That's the theory anyway.
I have been gobbling up cheap stocks while they're low with the dividends that I'm slowly receiving.
Seems amid the COVID-19 pandemic, countries are beginning to choose sides. It's starting to get precarious. Hopefully this doesn't portend WWIII. All I know is that the world is a tinderbox right now. Society on a razor's edge.
I have been tasked with procuring some oatmeal for a roommate by that roommate. In these trying times my role as Dutch middleman garners much value added. In this quarantine era, communication is king. I can get the oatmeal at a discount, and resell it at a profit. The very epitome of a Win-win proposition. And providing this service is a win-win-win. Being a technocrat has its rewards.
Nowadays all that is needed to make any purchase is Wi-Fi, an address, a credit/debit card, and the wherewithal to coordinate them.
Id est, as resident technocrat, I just ordered a couple of pizzas for my roommates and myself. They supplied the cash, I supplied the underwriting (computer, credit card, aptitude). Ain't technology grand.
Today the delivery of my roommate's oatmeal arrived. Sure I charged more than the listed price, but as the technocrat, I'm offering him the service, but it wasn't much and in the age of COVID-19, where no one's getting out, there are few other options. Take it or leave it.
When the slack in the economy has been used up, the economy will take a hit from COVID-19. And then the ripple effects will be like that of a concussion grenade. I hope by some stroke of providence that I am proved wrong. What's that old Chinese curse? May you live in interesting times. How apt for our current epoch, Just hope we live THROUGH these interesting times.
Just a few minutes ago, my housemate brought me my latest Target shipment. During this quarantine, Coronavirus-induced lockdown, shipping and delivery services are proving their mettle. Even after the current kerfuffle dies down, I posit that economic modalities, society at large will be much altered. I doubt the genie will readily be bottled again. At least for me, there's no going back. It's crisper, cleaner, more efficient method.
Today, I received a shipment of raisin bran that was supposed to arrive next week. Upon receipt and unpacking, I was approached by a housemate, requesting I act as middle man for some oatmeal. He gave me a twenty-spot; titigate shipping costs, I also tacked on some stuff for me. M&M's and raisin bran, but only in quantities sufficient to reduce delivery costs.
The first stock market was founded in Amsterdam, Holland in 1602. When I leave the house someday in the future, I intend to throw myself full-throttle into investing. After all, that was my primary rationale for pursuing my MBA. My favoriIe course in the program was FIN 502, which dealt with investing. I wished to deepen my business acumen.
There is a promising treatment for COVID-19. Using a cocktail of a malaria drug and azithromyocin shows promise. Once again science and innovation come to the rescue. Give credit where credits due, or friends the French developed the treatment. Hope springs eternal.
In the wake of the reaction to Chinese Flu, I've turned to online shopping for my foodstuffs deliveries. WhereasI'd normally goTO Target to get my raisin bran and M&M's, in response to the lockdown, I perused Target.com, which delivers to my house from the local Target, and saw that the raisin bran and M&M's were picked over and gone. No giant raisin bran, no smaller raisin bran, no M&M's; so, I ordered some socks (my current assortment of socks are mismatched and worn) and some electric shaver heads (better to have a surplus in reserve than a dearth in the lurch). That shipment should arrive Friday, March 27. When I perused a few days later, I found and ordered raisin bran but smaller boxes than usual and found and ordered some M&M's (larger size than usual, no complaints). Projected to arrive Monday, March 30.
As best I could, with the information that I've gleaned lo these months of cohabitation, I completed the 2020census.gov survey. As the resident Technocrat of the house, with the requisite computer/web savvy, I feel it my duty to lead wherever apt, do what I can, where I can, while I can.
Soon after I heard word of the forthcoming COVID-19, shelter in place request, I made a stop by Target to do some nutritional prepping. I didn't go overboard, just bought enough food to supplement any potential shortfall. Glad I did, for now the shelves are bare. For now, I hunker and bunker--the authorities call it shelter in place. Ride it out as the virus (hopefully not) burns through the populace.
I'm minded of the Aesopian fable of the Grasshopper and the Ant.
The authorities tell us to stay at home and respect social distancing w/gatherings (~2m) in attempts to forestall COVID-19. Many events/gatherings are being canceled. I'm still dreaming, making plans but they are now being positioned further in the future. For now, I am hunkering and bunkering, head down, while the pandemic blows over. I'm glad I prepped, even if it was just a little. That will allay my conscience, somewhat.
Tomorrow my college brother (we had the same course schedule intentionally for a few years and were cabinmates on a spring break cruise our last spring break), my aunt, and I are having dinner together. We have much to catch up on, much to discuss. Should be nice. Although, it will be precarious in this time of pandemic virulent contagion. But knowing the two of us, if there's a way, we'll stumble upon it.
Today I renewed my membership to my local city's senior adult center gym for three month interval (10$). I'm not a senior, but if the infrastructure is there... Makes indubitably more fiscal sense than 2$ a session; i usually seem going twice a week.
In preparation of potential supply-chain disruptions due to COVID-19 (Coronavirus), after today's weightlifting excursion, together with my Right-Hand-Man I made a Target run. There I procured some non-perishable foodstuffs: a box of protein bars, a box of granola bars, a small bag of Jack-links beef jerky. That's on top of my box and tupperware of raisin bran, my 24+ cans of Coca-Cola and my few cans of Sprite.
I think I'm ready for the potential weeks of shortages. Hey if we end up skirting this outbreak, I always have backup snackage. That's what I call sitting in the catbird seat. Better safe than sorry.
Just as in economic theory where saving is delayed consumption, stored consumption is advanced savings.
The pricetag on the order was small; so, I used some some cash that I squirreled away (conserving my debit account for foreseen speed dating events in the future). Id est, savings as delayed consumption.
Now that I've done my due diligence (done my research and decided on a speed dating tack), all's left is to wait and build up my financial position, do some proximal coordination (dates, times, transportation when the time is nigh). Having the confidence to take any setback in stride, my present concerns revolve around finding the best environment to meet a nice woman to befriend. In real estate, as in life, it's mostly about location, location, location. But I have 9 to 13 week's to think about it, and do research, while I build up my bankroll to finance my speed dating exploits. Haste makes waste, and i dislike inefficiencies..
Because my physicality is indubitably more impacted than my intellect and intellectual capacity, I've adjusted my outlook to be more in line with my core competencies (directness, circumspection, strategizing). To wit, I've honed the compensatory techniques to mitigate as much unnecessary physiological stress as possible. I play to my strengths, accentuate the positives, mitigate the negatives.
After weightlifting today, my Right-Hand-Man and I made a Target run. I opted to actually go to the store rather than online shop, because what I needed (body wash and spare shaver heads) didn't warrant a for shipment. I also got some coca-cola, that docent shop with normal deliveries; Id est, coke only ships with orders larger than I make. Because if I don't have enough to qualify for free delivery, what's ther point. Might as well tack a Target trip to an already enshrined rote outing; so, I did just that. However, they didn't have the shaver heads that I needed; so, I shall just have to stock up on my next order. But not to worry, I still have one, that should tide me over until I'm running low on raisin bran, my usual metric to tell me when a new order is in order. I heed the advice to not spend all my money in one place (or at one time, which cosmologically are the same thing). I wonder if it doesn't count since I shall utilize both Target and target.com. But I also throw in some Amazon.com shipments and prime visio watchung. By dint of the duopoly nature of my spending, there is no singular monopole. Different service for different products/services. Whatever works. Consumables and toiletries, Target.com or associated brick and mortar loci. Clothes and other one time or scheduled ecurring shipments, and of course streaming video, Amazon. Com.
Today I went to the gym with my former house lead from when I lived at Camelback while my childhood house was being prepped for my reentry. It was nice and pleasantly suprising that I had not lost too much ground during my absence from structured exercise. Nevertheless, that marked my long road to get back to where I was before I started my new muscle relaxer regimen.
In a number of weeks, once I save up money enough to invest some, I shall spend some of my reserve on another foray into the speed dating arena. I believe that's an appropriate tactic, spend some, save some, build up my portfolio on both ends.
That's the first rule of finance: invest first, live off the remainder, you shall be grateful in the long-run that you did.
I shall do more due diligence this time, make the plans more near term. That way, I shouldn't get caught unawares this time by a venue closure. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice. In the words of Pete Townshend, "(We) Don't get fooled again."
I really feel that I'm being 'called' to do this. And answer it, I shall certainly do.
I routinely buy and keep in my closet 12-packs of Coke and Coke products. I buy them from Target after I exercise on Saturdays. I use my Target Red Debit card, giving me 5% off the total. When I bought them, they were on special. I just sold to a caregiver one can for $1.00. Win-win. We're both happy. Kind of makes the initial outlay to buy the Coke worth the trouble--especially since I am also a shareholder. Win-win-win.
Today, technically this afternoon, I finally succumbed to the sirens song of modern times and upgraded my phone.
It really was a necessity, my phone was not charging while it was turned on; id est., it was impossible for my phone to also act as an alarm. This meant that I couldn't enter full REM sleep for fear that I wouldn't wake early enough. Things should get back to normal. SCORE.
I just, mere minutes ago, set up a Target delivery. Much breakfast cereal (running low), some new dentist recommended toothpaste, and a large bag of peanut M&Ms (my dietary vice). Did it all from my computer. The bulk nature of the purchase mitigates delivery fees. As an American Dutchman, the exploitation of synergies tickles my soul. Convence, utility, discount. Win, win, win.
When I initially began developing muscle spasms, resultant my brain injury, my whole hand clenched. Some tension still remains. However, my middle finger (known in sign language circles as the 'feeling finger,' connoting its utility) as of late is much more functional.
Some of the gain presumably comes from the increase in muscle relaxers that I am now taking. I kept my level low while I was in school (they made me kind of foggy). But now that I'm done with grad school and society seems to be more geared to the eighth grade level, I shall be less opposed to letting the fog roll into my harbors.
Edit of a past post... This past fortday (two weeks leading up to January 26th) I've felt the encroachment of a flu bug. But I always enjoy the lead up to a bout with a foreign invader. I like the warmth. So yesterday I ensconced myself in a crysalis of covers. About 4 AM my fever broke and I emerged from my cocoon and took a shower. My good old fashioned remedy of flushing the virus and its attendant bacterial progeny out of my system worked great.
The lead caregiver from my old home is going to take me with his guys when they go to the gym Tuesdays and Thursdays until my house again starts up the gym routine. Not going to the gym that often was not copacetic with me. As such, I proactively encouraged my lead caregiver to contact my old lead caregiver to set it up. My one takeaway that reinforces an apriori postulate is simply that Bureaucracy Sucks. Capitalization noted and intended. RedTape is best utilized as a grotting tool for asphyxiation
After my brain injury, my natural left side strength became overwhelming; so to increase my functionality, so I began a prevent-defense, and let it atrophy through disuse. Well, I've recently begun using my left hand more again. It's tough and frustrating, but even with my nascent entre, it has paid dividends. Easier progress. More alacrity. Now is the time, has been long enough.