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Diving into our Emergency Fund…Again


We received an interesting letter from our insurance company. They ‘asked’ us to install safety flood lighting in front of our home due to the continuation of the seemingly never-ending legal battle we’re in. If changes are not made by the date listed, we would be dropped.

Murphy’s Law has moved in to our home.

Let’s see, the incident happened nearly three years ago, didn’t happen on my property, and wouldn’t have been prevented by flood lights but…

Sure. Now seems like a great time to demand a change (To be fair, there are 5 watt nightlights brighter than our porch lamp so I can’t exactly fault them for saying we are inadequately lit).

My husband knew how to run the wire and install the fixtures but the $300 price tag for materials pushed us over the edge. We had to…

Dive into our emergency fund.

The whole weekend, as my husband made repeated trips to Lowes, I tried to figure out how we could possibly pay for it without dipping into our emergency cash.

When the job was done, my husband suggested we recycle the stack of cans he had been saving and I thought, ‘Sure. $5 of recycling is going to save us’ but went along anyway to help him sort the bottles and cans.

30 minutes of sorting in 95 degree heat really helped my attitude problem.

How much did we net at the recycling place? $477.85.

How? My husband took the $27.85 earned from recycling and, since neither of us had our wallets, lifted the lid to put it in his truck center console and found a $450 check payment from a side job he was paid for a month and a half ago and forgot about. (Yes, that was a long run-on sentence)

If I wasn’t so happy about putting it back into our emergency fund, I probably would have smacked him for forgetting about it in the first place.

Emergency floodlights and part of the vet bills… covered. Whew!

Employment Confidence…


I was preparing for a community outreach event for my work and had compiled a stack of materials to distribute. Some of the other departments have fancy rolling carts or plastic boxes but since our department only participates in these types of events four times a year, I put everything in a cardboard moving box.

File Box

As I waited for the elevator while holding my cardboard box, the manager of HR walked up and asked if I was leaving.

‘Yup, I’m out of here!’ I said with a smile.

She put her hand on my arm and said, ‘Is there something I can do? Did something happen?’

Then it hit me. She thought I was quitting.

‘Oh, no. This is for an outreach tomorrow.’ I said laughing.

‘Oh my God. Don’t ever scare me like that again.’ She said placing her hand to her chest.

As I caught the elevator down, I couldn’t help but smile. In these uncertain times, I’ll sleep well tonight. It’s good to feel valued.