Move From Whidbey Over 1700

$1,700 per month. Recently, I wrote a post about affordable housing (Permitting Affordable Housing). I’ve been thinking about real estate for a long enough time that I’ve written about real estate and was actually a realtor for a few years. (No more!) I’ve even considered moving because of the costs associated with living in a fashionable place (Whidbey Island). Sure. Fine. We’ve all got issues. But then, a good article popped up from a place I’ve considered moving to (Rainshadow Northwest, Port Townsend), and my local paper (South Whidbey Record) did a good analysis of the costs of living on the island. By coincidence, I’d just completed an analysis for selling my house on Whidbey and moving to the Olympic Peninsula, home of Port Townsend. OK. OK. I can take a hint; write about it again. Selling my house on Whidbey Island and moving to the Olympic Peninsula would save me about $1,700 per month.

$1,700 is enough money that even rich people can notice it. Or can they? $1,700 in a wallet makes a fat wallet. It can be easy to ignore in an electronic checking account statement, and even easier to miss in an investment portfolio. Some actively managed accounts can go through that much every month in agent fees. 

$1,700 per month is enough to require me to get a full-time job if I want to stay where I’ve lived for 18 years. But, there’s enough equity in my house that, if I can buy a house with the proceeds, I can truly retire. But, can I buy a house for that? Working until I die may be someone’s noble ideal. They are welcome to it. There’s beauty in the world, and I want to get back to visiting it.

Whidbey Island has become desirable enough that the housing prices have risen; hence, my house’s equity rose enough for me to get a home equity loan. (A Home Loan To Retire Anxieties) Many articles report on people being priced out of markets. If someone can’t afford to buy or rent there, they can’t move there. Articles also mention that some people are priced out of markets that they are already in. Typically, those are retired folks or people who couldn’t afford to move. The focus is usually on property taxes because there’s a connection from property valuations to property tax bills. I find myself being priced out of my house for other, less newsworthy reasons.

Sure. My property taxes are up, but I don’t notice because they’re in my mortgage check. 

The South Whidbey Record article mentions utility expenses, but I’m fairly frugal. I consider it an indulgence when I set the daytime heat to 68F. Layers work. That reminds me. Time to put the comforter in the dryer and set it on high. Cozy.

The expenses I’m seeing increase are systemic.

Port Townsend is a ferry ride from Whidbey. (As island readers interject: Yeah, if the ferry is running and it has enough crew and the tides and currents aren’t a problem.) The Olympic Peninsula and Whidbey Island both get to deal with year-round residents sharing the space with weekenders, vacationers, and short-term rentals. As general wealth increases, it is easier for folks to treat themselves to second, third, fourth, even sixth homes. Sorry, houses not homes. Part-time residents are legal and welcome, but resort towns around the world are finding housing being bought up as fancy hotel rooms rather than year-round housing. The residents who made the place, keep it operating, and provide an anchor for its character find fewer places to live, and if they have a place but lose it, they may have to move away. The place becomes less sustainable. Property taxes may go up, which is good for those tax revenues, but the fewer people living in a place means fewer sales of essential goods, which makes it harder to run a business, which affects other tax revenues.

I’m seeing another consequence that doesn’t readily show up in articles. My friends who run businesses are running businesses, not charities. It might be that the only way they can make their business survive is to support the luxury market. Luxuries aren’t necessities, but they have higher profit margins. Go for it. But, dining out becomes more expensive. Dining out also becomes less available. Sorry. Closed for a private party. Special events. Staffing catered occasions. Dress, or at least costume, codes. Ironically, charities run more fundraisers, but to restricted crowds. Businesses have always shut down between tourist seasons, but what remains may not be enough to sustain the community.

Contractors can charge more, and may even establish minimum price thresholds. Why drop by a long-term resident’s house to fix a window when you can install dozens of high-end windows in a high-end new construction? Besides, that’s more housing, and we need more housing, right? Trying to hire them away from new construction can mean paying a premium. It becomes harder to live. 

My plan is to turn this blog into a sequel to the book that spawned it, Dream. Invest. Live. The working title is ‘From Middle-Class to Millionaire to Muddling By,‘ aka ‘My Roller-coaster Ride Through America’s Wealth Classes.’ I’ve seen this from both sides, and know folks who are much more familiar with the very high end, and the sadly much lower end. No one has to be doing anything illegal for this situation to continue. It is a natural consequence of our economic system.

But. (Because there had to be a but.) Even good things can be taken too far. I think we’re seeing that now. 

Vacation homes are a treat, or at least can be. A few houses here and there don’t have much impact. Typically, about 9% of houses in the US are vacant. Gaps between selling one and buying the next. Temporary job relocations or deployments. People in care facilities. Major remodels that make a house unliveable during the process. Less than 10%. Normal.

Of course, 100% is ridiculous. 

In Port Townsend’s county, the vacancy rate is 14%, and residents are noticing their emptier neighborhoods. On my part of Whidbey Island, the rate was ~25%, but is now over 30%, and climbing. As I understand it, resort and retreat towns are frequently over 50%. 

As I type this, I’ll quickly count the percentage for my street. (In a neighborhood with a marina, pool, and a rich debate over what’s a ‘view’ and who gets to intrude on whose view.) Depending on how I count the corners, ~ 16 houses, 6-8 full-time homes, the rest that I call hotel rooms. At best 50%. 

By the way, my neighborhood of slightly over 200 houses is responsible for its various amenities, which includes a pump for the well (>$24,000 as I recall), a seawall (which we had to replace), the marina (of course), and a swimming pool (that is only open when the kids are out of school, not for use by the rest of us the rest of the year). Those costs are distributed across all of the owners whether we use the services or not. I am still amazed at one estimate for dredging the channel to the marina for $1.5M. It may not be a surprise that the non-yachties don’t care but get charged anyway. (By the way, I had a kayak that I wasn’t allowed to store by the real boats because it wasn’t worth enough. I was only allowed to launch from the beach – which holed the hulls of both of my kayaks.) My homeowners’ dues are now more than one month’s mortgage.

sea wall in a storm

$1,700 per month is also more than my mortgage payment. My story about my personal finances doesn’t mimic the stories in the articles because personal finances are personal. Statistics are for economists, and are important. But why I might feel priced out will be different from someone else who might feel priced. Off-island medical requirements. Commute costs to better-paying jobs. Inflation. And yes, some are impacted by property taxes catching up to their fixed income.

My two biggest expenses are insurance and debt payments. My HELOC loan was manageable until the interest rates spiked. Insurance is usually broken up into its various components, but look through your own bills insurance for a car, a house, health, business, etc. Without subsidies, I wouldn’t have health insurance, and I can’t afford to use it because the insurer may not insure that particular health care.

That’s my story. Everyone in such a financial situation has their personal finance history and situation. The realities in the details don’t make the news unless they can be generalized, or left so individualistic as to be discounted.

There are political solutions. I vote. But, as an independent, I feel that this blog is about as close to politics as I want or fear. I look forward to a government of the people by the people and for the people. Neither party seems to be working towards that, but if you’re an incumbent, well, congratulations.

I vote, but I am also responsible for myself. I can’t wait for politicians and the government.

$1,700 per month. $1,700 per month seems like a reasonable target from a job worth showing up for. $1,700 per month also seems like a reasonable revenue from 18 books (and counting), or teaching classes, or giving talks, or helping people, or some combination of them. I’ve seen my stock portfolio swing through $100,000 in a day. I don’t expect that now, but I know that $1,700 is a tenth of what I’ve seen happen when a company finally announces significant, positive, quantifiable news. And then, of course, there’s the lottery.

I don’t have to sell my house, but I might decide to if stocks stay down, jobs remain illusionary or elusive, book and photo sales languish, and classes and talks are in standby mode awaiting commitments.

And I read articles that point out that I am not alone. I am not alone, and feel sorry for so many who are in worse situations. I thank Rainshadow Northwest and the South Whidbey Record for their reporting. Just don’t be surprised if I have to cancel one subscription and get to start a new one. Let’s see, Port Townsend and the Olympic Peninsula: hiking in Olympic National Park, bicycling Discovery Trail, researching my screenplay at the Maritime Center, – and still getting to dance and write and enjoy life by the Salish Sea. Stay tuned. I have no idea where this story will go next.

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Practicing Consistency

My bad. Consistency! A few days ago, I was talking with a client about the value of consistency. Be predictable. Be reliable. Build trust. And then I broke that very pattern because I found a rare opportunity for a specific research-y road trip. Life happens. Roll with it. My light embarrassment inspired heavier internal reflection. Welcome to it. Let’s see where this goes.

Recently, Dan Pedersen died. He knew it was coming. Some ailments are like that. Dan was a mystery writer who reliably wrote books about fictitious murder mysteries on Whidbey Island. He wrote well, and reliably. Writing On Whidbey Island – Dan Pedersen
He may have been better known among islanders for his blog. Saturday morning meant time to check in on each week’s commentary on life, nature, philosophy, and serious issues handled more lightly and light issues revealed for their more serious foundation. There’s a lot to learn from the wildlife that visits a rural garden. He was reliable, and good. He is missed.

I gave a talk or two with Dan. We both wrote books. We both had blogs. Our styles differed, though. I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about as I sat down to write this blog post. They tend to be open, unstructured, rambling – and where was I? Dan would start writing his similarly-sized post early in the week, then edit it over a few days, then schedule its publication for Saturday morning. His reliability was one of his strengths. My style is better suited for being ready to respond to life’s random timing. Both are valid, I hope.

Prepare to shift mental gears. Engage clutch. Change speed appropriately. Shift. Resume. (BTW That’s familiar to those who know how to drive a stick shift and an education to those who don’t. Use your knowledge wisely. Don’t grind those gears!)

I spend enough time on social media (as tetrimbath) to teach classes in it (or did before Covid.) To some, the idea of devoting an hour a day to browsing Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Instagram is abhorrent. It can seem that there’s nothing but trash there. To some, a mountain is a pile of rocks that gets in the way. To a miner, sifting the right mountain the right way is one way to find gold, or something similarly precious.

During one of my social media mining expeditions, I came across this tweet.

This sparked a recollection of a conversation with John Shelton, a Ph.D Psychologist using Nudge Psychology for Profitable Investing. (Go to his LinkedIn page to buy his books.) We talked about many things the last time we met, which led him to suggest we talk about cognitive bias the next time we meet.

Bias, reinforced beliefs, people wanting to feel comfortable regardless of reality – yeah, that definitely describes personal finance and investing.

We humans are silly things. An automaton could reassess all assumptions, verify the latest developments, access the most recent data, and then make a decision. I’m guessing that most humans aren’t aware of their assumptions. They only track developments that make their preferred news channels. Data scares some. Decisions are made from out-moded attitudes, perspectives, antiquated world models, and possibly reduced to habits and gut-feelings. When viewed from the outside, we are silly, even when we are serious.

I try to be methodical about my investing. (Details in my book, Dream. Invest. Live.) By convenience, I check my stocks when I check my social media. Even when I had significantly greater funds and a much larger portfolio, I only bought or sold a few times a year. Stock prices can change every second or so when the markets are open. Rumors pop up almost daily. Data is released quarterly. Real news, however, can take months, years, or decades to develop. Of course, when it does develop, then rumors and stock prices accelerate. (My favorite episode was watching an investor live-stream a stock’s trading activity. Eventually, they had to go to the bathroom, which meant leaving the screen to only show the stock price. As soon as he was gone, news/rumors hit, and the price jumped 20%. Twenty percent in the time it took to take a short break. It happens.)

Followers may know about my more public process. I review my portfolio every six months in my Semi-Annual Portfolio Review. Every six months, I review each of my stocks. That ensures that none are neglected. I try to do it reliably, which tends to be June 30 and December 31, which also means distracting myself during two holiday seasons. Silly human.

Being reliable does not equate to being profitable. The success of a company is not tied to my attentions. Being reliable does not equate to being liked. Most people want their beliefs to be reinforced, not challenged.

But being reliable and being consistent – and taking notes and data – means I can review whether I’ve been consistent in my actions. Things are always changing, but I can tell when my finances have changed because of things inside or outside of my control. That internal consistency eases my considerations of how I got here and where I might be going. One weird consequence is having to frequently convince others that, yes, I thought it through; no, there was no way to see that coming; yes, you’re right, it would never happen to you.

From John,
Our brains are wired to be overconfident. This is because our brains are constantly trying to make sense of the world around us, and we often do this by filling in the gaps with our assumptions and biases.

Prepare for the last major shift in this post. (See instructions above.)


Life is crazier and stranger than before. AI is redefining work. Politics are shifting to the point that the Russians we’ve designed to defend against are now invading one country while some of us support the victims and others are becoming enablers. The world’s changes are finally so significant that we can’t rely on old ideas of seasons and where to find food. All we need to whack this whole chart is to find that the UFOs are about aliens that are from Earth.

Maybe that’s why we liked Dan’s work. He was reliable. He was caring. He had a good sense of humor and compassion. And he provided an easy structure that highlighted the transition to a weekend.

Dan’s gone. You may not have known Dan, but you probably know your own version. I’m an innovator, inventor, creative, and explorer of ideas; yet, I rely on a structure of repetition. I can create my personal structure of reliable practices to provide some stability within this wild world. Here, I show it through descriptions of personal finance, and somewhat through writing. I add to it personally through dancing (not regularly enough), exercise (also not regularly enough), and all those chores, tasks, and responsibilities that are layered on a life. I admit to being overwhelmed by decades of accumulated practices; so, pardon me if some day’s my writing is a bit off schedule, or responding to emails is a bit late, or various internal apologies that my body and mind remind me of. (Take that nap, dude. And get that walk in. And think of something fun to do tonight. And, And, And…)

Where have I rambled to? Oh yeah. Right. That road trip was an opportunity to consider another life. Moving to a new area highlights old habits. New trails. News dancers and dance floors. Reconnecting with karate because of a new-found dojo. New views. Being closer to old friends. Maybe it’s time. Let me check my portfolio, first.

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Emotional Barriers Hurdles Gateways

Ugh. I’m going to have to do it again. Ugh. There are many things I have to do repeatedly: mow the lawn, wash the dishes, pay the bills. This one, however, involves an emotional hurdle that also involves money. If my finances don’t improve, I’m going to have to draw from my home equity loan (HELOC) to pay those bills, have food to put on those dishes, and keep this house which includes continuing to mow the lawn – and trim tend the landscaping, and the fence, and the…, and the…

It is hard enough having to recover from a financial upset for over ten years. Emotionally a daily drag through some of the worst dramas I’ve known. The good news is that I’ve been able to keep my house through some previous upsets. Ah, thanks. Despite the turmoil that was part of avoiding foreclosure, that episode resulted in a low interest (~4.5%) mortgage interest rate, though stretched out over 40 years. But, a few years ago, I thought I’d have to sell because I wasn’t making enough as a realtor (down), but then learned that I could borrow against my house (up.) Get to stay in my house. Get to stay on Whidbey Island. Surely, my financial doldrums would be temporary.

Nope. Nothing sustainable has arrived either through W-2s, 1099s, my business attempts, or the lottery. I found a job that paid more than enough, but it was mentally unsustainable. I found a job that was emotionally more fulfilling, but it turned out to be more temporary than I expected.

Yada. Yada. You’ve heard it all, or at least hints or versions of it.

I am not in a dire situation. I didn’t make enough as a realtor, but my house’s market value has grown more than enough. My truck broke down, but thanks to that HELOC I was able to buy a used Jeep. My septic system generated a big repair bill, HELOC, again. Credit card debt, retired, then unretired, now about to be re-retired.

But, but, but…emotions kick in.

Personal finance is personal, and personal things can energize emotions.

HELOCs have limits. One of those episodes meant having to dip into it and crossing that 50% line. I’d tapped it for more than half its value. That other half I wanted to keep safe as a guard against emergencies. There’s sufficient margin left in that HELOC’s loan limit for over a year’s living expenses, maybe two. But I am not going to get that close to the edge. Emotional resistance spikes. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I … guess I’ll have to. Maybe this is the emergency, albeit a slow one.

You probably know I wrote a book about personal finance. (Dream. Invest. Live.) Having done that and continuing to write about personal finance through ups and downs heightens my emotions. It was initially embarrassing to make myself that vulnerable. I fielded comments from both sides as various voices from various wealth classes contacted me. The responses have been illustrative enough to encourage a sequel, but I digress. (But I do take the opportunity to mention the sci-fi book series I am writing, Firewatcher, et al, and the screenplay based on a true story in my family during the Age of Sail that I am writing. That sequel won’t be soon, unless someone makes me a good enough offer.)

The HELOC comes with a double whammy, lately. Have you noticed increased interest rates? Yeah. The HELOC’s interest rate payments are become one of my largest monthly bills. If I borrow more from the HELOC, the HELOC is going to increase my expenses. Maybe two years of living expenses? Maybe one.

By the numbers, I don’t have to immediately worry, but personal finance is personal, hence emotional, hence I worry. Money and love can change in a day, but in the meantime, it is too easy to concentrate too much on the negative emotion.

As one friend paraphrased, “Celebrate your emotions, both the good and the bad ones. They prove you are human and alive.”

And, as a friend posted on Instagram (TarotTeaYogini heavily paraphrased), “Recognize the emotions. Respect them. Then, let them pass. Make decisions based on something grounded. You are in control of your life.”

Someone can diagram this as stages of how we respond to trauma, or something like that. Go for it.

I skipped the diagramming and substituted chuckling. There’s enough there; quit worrying about it. Remember that love and money and luck can change in a day. Go ahead, buy that lottery ticket. Pleasant dreams aid positive mental health. But don’t be stupid or silly about it. Besides, I could win; and even if I don’t, I’m contributing to someone else’s Really Good Luck.

I rarely use the word ‘hate,’ but debt gets me close to it. I also realize, however, that debt enables this house, my car, home repairs, some living expenses – and may be temporary.

Sure, I could win the lottery. But, even if my finances don’t improve soon, selling my house will clear all of my debts. I’d lose my house. I’d have to move off the island. I’d have to start over with making friends. But, for one place I’m considering (Port Angeles, WA), my monthly expenses would drop ~$1,600. No debt And saving over a grand a month? That’s appealing, downright attractive. That’s the flip side of this emotional ride.

Nothing is for certain. Inflation is up, but it and interest rates can come down. Gentrification is driving costs up on Whidbey, but I’m fairly frugal (which some would say is a #MassiveUnderstatement.) My ten-year photo essay of Whidbey Island is done; now I ‘just’ have to sell it. My other eight books continue to generate interest, though not enough yet, and yet they could. Classes, photos, consulting all could grow into living income. My stocks can recover – significantly. And to repeat myself, everything can change in a day. Which day? I don’t know.

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It is easy and somewhat justifiable to see finances as a barrier. It is hard to pull yourself up by your bootstraps when you don’t have boots. Sometimes that barrier is not a barrier but it is a hurdle. Leap tall buildings and get to where you’re going. Stop and consider, however, and that barrier that was actually a hurdle was actually a gateway – a gateway that, when approached after emotions subside, becomes a transformative path. But, just because you’re on a path, there may be a better one. There are no guarantees, regardless of how positively a philosophy is portrayed.

I didn’t expect this post to go in this direction. (What? You thought I plan these posts? Ha!) But it reminds me that, however things look now, change is inevitable because change is the only constant.

Maybe living off debt for a little while longer is the cost of doing business. Instead of opening a storefront with inventory and advertising and insurance costs, maybe this is my opportunity to finish a book or three, a screenplay, and something(s) else.

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A Rant A Review Some Valkyries

It’s Friday afternoon. Nice weather. It may be the first day of the layered bicycling season. No more short-sleeved shirt and fingerless gloves. It is time for long-sleeved polypro and full-length gloves. – But – I want to write, first. But what to write about? A glance at my Facebook Notifications later and something I posted earlier pulled in a lot of traffic. What and why? Oh. I guess I’ll write about that. Maybe there’ll be time for a ride after that.

My post:

Customer Experience:

(Rant deleted. Lesson learned. 

But – treat me poorly and lose me as a customer. Yet, somehow, that doesn’t affect their business. Manners and values are not in style.)

A friend has moments that he calls; “Ride of the Valkyrie” moments. As his feelings build he imagines the Viking Valkyries riding down from the clouds to witness an epic battle. His keyboard cringes from the strength he throws into his thoughts that he throws at the offending party. “Let me tell you…!” (Paraphrased, of course.)

I had such a moment. 

It has been years since I canceled all of my magazine subscriptions out of financial necessity. Back then, I read at lunch. Out of minimalism I only had three: Scientific American, Wired, The Week. Scientific American was an indulgence after I retired because I finally had enough time to read it. Science fascinates me, and it was a good way to see science before it became a product. Handy for an investor. Wired was also watching the early trends and catching the ideas that purposely avoided the pace of academia. It was a good place to watch startups. The Week is, naturally, weekly. It excelled at being broader in focus, more topical, and more likely to mention multiple points of view.


Here comes the rave turned to rant. – The Abridged Edition for those who’d like to skip ahead

Finally, a year ago, I saw a deal that was too good to believe. A subscription to Wired was down to a few dollars a year. Great!

Also besides, or maybe not besides at all, with subscription processes like these, I am even less likely to sign up for any subscription associated with the company.


Here comes the rave turned to rant. – The Unabridged Edition for those who want the full story

Finally, a year ago, I saw a deal that was too good to believe. A subscription to Wired was down to a few dollars a year. Great! Sure, they’d ramp it up eventually, but maybe my finances could absorb that after a year of me absorbing their content. Nope. Time to cancel. Supposedly, no problem. Go to their website, log in, cancel. Did that. Or not? OK. Got an email informing me that the full rate was about to begin. Time to cancel. Click on this link – and get a page that has text about cancelling but no instructions or links or buttons; but it does have text and instructions and a button to confirm that I will upgrade my subscription. I didn’t click on that. Get another email encouraging me to complete my transaction, which led back to what was a circular process. Oh well, maybe their email glitched. They did give a phone number. Call. Listen to the voicemail options, which do not include unsubscribing. Click the equivalent of Other. Another menu and still no appropriate option. Somehow get put on Hold. Wait. Get bored. While on Hold, uncover an email address. Type that up and as I am about to hit Send it clicks through to a human. Yay! Yes, sir. We’ll make sure who you are, sir. Thank you sir. Yada, yada, sir. I make a point that I do not hold the person I am talking to responsible. They’re just doing their job. No reason to make their day worse. Eventually, get unsubscribed. Whew. But before I hang up, he asks me if I’d like a credit against the New Yorker, or something that doesn’t sound like anything I’d like. Besides, I live on a West Coast island, not an East Coast one. Also besides, or maybe not besides at all, with subscription processes like these, I am even less likely to sign up for any subscription associated with the company. Hmm. Send that email, just in case.


Ironically, the newest edition was delivered to my mailbox after lunch.

I had my Ride of the Valkyrie moment. Cue the music! Apologize to the keyboard. Open Facebook. Type. Type. Type.

Pause. Remember a piece of advice from years ago; “Praise in public. Criticize in private.”

Delete. Delete. Delete. Rant deleted.

There is enough drama in the world. Saying I was ranting was rant enough. Close the computer. Run some errands. And come home to more comments than I’ve seen in a while.

I hit a thread, and writers shouldn’t ignore such hints. Many someones wanted someone to vent their rant, possibly vicariously.

A single magazine subscription is low on the list of injustices in the world. Hmm. I just realized that the time it took me to rectify this situation cost more in lost hours than the price of the subscription. That deal that was so cheap that it was too good to be true cost more than the supposed savings. I’m now doubly sure to not sign up for more.

I remember a story from the early days of Apple. Steve Jobs was criticizing their own product because it took too long to start. Evidently, the employee said something like ‘What’s the difference of a few seconds?’ (massively paraphrased) Steve pointed out that a few seconds multiplied by millions of users equals (insert irony because my computer is taking minutes to open a calculator) easily equates to an entire work year saved. That’s per day and per million users. There have been many more days, and millions of more users. Don’t ignore the small stuff.

I wonder if the cumulative effect on millions of customers is a criteria, anymore.

How many mini-injustices do you experience? How massive are the truly massive ones? Someone at the publishing house could be thinking that they’re discouraging cancellations, but they’re really discouraging a multiple of new subscriptions because my experience with one cancellation affects my perception of all of their products, probably for years, possibly for the rest of my life. Whoever made that decision about a mild inconvenience has a larger multiplier effect than they realize. They may feel unable to affect a major injustice like war or disease, but they’re missing an opportunity to improve the immediate situation for their company’s customers, their company, and ultimately their job.

A lot has changed since I last regularly had magazine subscriptions. Wired was a way to be aware of a rapidly changing industry. They had ads, but whether they were intrusive or not wasn’t memorable. The content remains geeky, but a few extra pieces and many of the ads present an atmosphere of rich-and-geeky rather than poor-ingenious-and-geeky. Privilege overshadows pragmatism. (BTW Someone complimented me the other day by saying I write well enough that I should be writing for Wired. Aw, shucks, and probably no way after this posts.) It is a world of fancy cars (for sluggish traffic and work from home?), fancy watches (have you looked at your phone or any screen in your vicinity?), and hints of fear or fear-of-missing-out (fear sells), and hints of sex (sex sells.) There’s an irony worthy of a Wired article. Geeks were stereotypically unattractive. As a friend said, “Money is the ultimate aphrodisiac.” (Not paraphrased because a woman I was attracted to told me that as I was losing most of my net worth. I Remember that one.) I’m not in Wired’s world anymore.

Aerospace engineer, inventor, investor, but too poor to see myself there. It was nice to visit that old hometown, but it has gentrified.

It doesn’t have to be that way. While I’ve been typing this, I remembered a call or two that I got from someone who worked at The Week. They wanted me back, of course, but they actually listened and sympathized with why I couldn’t yet. That was years ago. I restarted that subscription a month or two ago, full-price, and eagerly welcomed. They are especially good at showing more than one side of an issue. That is vital in the age of misinformation.

Type this much, and the Valkyries have enough time to get bored and ride away.

This blog is about my personal finances based on my book, Dream. Invest. Live. Put the philosophizing aside. I bought into an idea that was too good to be true. I saved myself some money by not throwing more money after a failed idea. The savings should be dozens of dollars, about what some folks will spend on dinner. And multiply those savings by the years that follow. And multiply those savings by how many magazines I won’t subscribe to. That may sound too good to be true, but it has much better odds of working in my favor. 

Pardon me as I look up from the keyboard and screen. Still a nice day. A bit breezy. Bike. Walk. Live. Enough for now.

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LLAP – One Company One Story

Welcome to another story and another video in my One Company One Story series.

This time, Terran Orbital (LLAP).

Here comes the amateur legalese.

I began investing in companies and their stocks in the late 70s, but am Not a certified investment professional.

My style and history of investing is described in Dream. Invest. Live., a book I wrote by request – which came out as the Great Recession (the Second Great Depression) began. Don’t underestimate luck. Oops. https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0035XVXAA

My personal finance blog (a blog about my finances) is: https://trimbathcreative.net/

I am Not an investment professional. This is Not financial advice. 

Evidently, I’ve been tracking Terran Orbital‘s progress without knowing it. Terran Orbital is one of the pioneers of the new type of small satellites, including cubesats. What’s that got to do with me? For a few years, I worked alongside people who worked for decades on big satellites, which progressively were designed to be bigger, more sensitive, and more powerful. An additional perspective: the main launch I was involved in blew up. Rockets do that. Terran works on the smaller, more affordable satellites. They don’t design rockets, but they make sure their satellites fit the rocket.  

Small satellites are popular. Large organizations have needs for large satellites. Go ask NASA about the value of the James Webb Space Telescope. JWST’s sunshield is the size of a tennis court. Some of Terran’s satellites could fit in a car seat. Small may not be grand, but small tends to be cheaper, easier to fit onto a rocket, and doesn’t require monumental infrastructure. Plus, if the rocket goes boom or the satellite has a problem, replacing it is less of a hassle.

Evidently, Terran was there near, if not at, the start of the cubesat business. Or, at least, their key personnel were. The first cubesat was launched in 2003. The company was founded in 2013. Happy ten-year anniversary. 

Space continues to break into three main areas: military, civil, and commerce. All three are benefiting from more responsive solutions, and those satellites are benefiting from improved and shrinking technology. 

The industry has grown with the downscaling of the technology and the drop in launch prices as renewable rockets have proved feasible.

A new industry. They’re in early. What’s the worry? 

From my quick research, the company seems to be dealing with small company and startup company problems. It is easy to imagine financing and cash being difficult with such an irregular revenue stream. Throw in rapidly evolving technology. Small satellites can have a lower bar to entry, which also means greater competition. Getting the technology right is hard enough. Maintaining proper cash flow can be just as difficult as rocket science.

Google Finance

The inevitable look at the stock chart shows a fall from ~$10 in Spring 2022, to under $1 at the start of Autumn 2023. Disgruntled co-founders and investors are asking for a management reorganization, at least. They claim an estimated $3 per share intrinsic value. Simply getting back up to that level would be a four-fold increase in share price.

Google Finance

I’ll skip the rocket and space-related puns. I have a bias towards commercial space. I got a Masters in Aerospace and Ocean Engineering, and worked in Boeing’s Commercial Space group in the late 90s. It is a fascinating field with unique problems, but also with many familiar and mundane ones. Engineers can make the transition to managerial roles, but not all can. I’d need to do more research to assess whether that is one of the issues.

Issues can be temporary. As long as we don’t clutter the orbits too much, this can finally be the time for the industry to grow beyond a few massive organizational customers and bring in more customers who were underserved for a long time.

I don’t know what’s going to happen; but, I hope they survive and thrive. I’ll be watching.

The video:

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News from LCTX SOLO MVIS AST

So much for plans. I was going to write about looking forward to graphene batteries, next-generation electric vehicles, and affordable rebates. Reality happened. Instead, I’m going to write about – let me check my scribbled notes from this week’s investment news – treatments for dry-eye, a reversal of an electric vehicle company’s fortune, augmented reality headset advances, and an unexpected delivery of cash. Apologies for any lack of literary content, but in personal finance, substance rules over style.

Pardon me as I sip some wine while pondering and typing.


Lineage Cell Therapeutics (LCTX)

“Results of imaging analyses demonstrating evidence of rapid improvement in outer retinal structure from a Phase 1/2a clinical study of RG6501 (OpRegen) were presented at the 23rd EURETINA Congress.”

Or,
Their treatment for dry-eye related macular degeneration did well. That long name of an ailment describes why it is hard for some people to see. That’s good news, especially because, as I understand it, there aren’t many good treatments. The caveat is that the data is from a Phase 1/2a study. They still have to get through Phase 3. After that is applying for FDA approval. Each of those steps can be measured in months to years.


Electrameccanica (SOLO)

First, they actually launched and sold a three-wheeled electric vehicle, which failed, the CEO left, a new CEO came in, reconfigured the company, announced a merger with a UK manufacturer of electric commercial vehicles – and just announced that the merger failed. Sigh. Investing in innovative companies can involve exercising coping strategies, especially when the stock is worth so little that selling isn’t worth the effort. Some day, they may revive and return. I hope.


MicroVision (MVIS)

Yes, here we are again, MVIS. They still haven’t announced their $10M-$14M 2023 deal. Check the calendar, dudes. We’re within three months of the end of the year. But, the augmented reality headsets they designed and delivered to the US Army over a year ago have been updated. There’s hope yet! And MVIS has survived on hope. I hope they’ll be able to rely on a significant, quantifiable, and positive reality. Been waiting decades for this one.


Look at their three charts and see bumps and weirdness for the previous twelve months. The companies continue, ideally, to that significant, quantifiable, and positive reality – but not yet.

But that is also the basis of long-term investing. Besides watching their news and voting, they are my attempt at giving my money the opportunity to make money from my money.

So, here’s the irony. 

I received two letters from my brokerage. Years ago, I liked one stock well enough that I held shares in my regular account and in my IRA: Asterias. I will quote from one of my posts. (Sigh And Bye Asterias)

Rats. It happened again. A corporation agreed with me. A company with great potential and an undervalued stock can be a great investment. In the case of Asterias, that meant BioTime is buying the entire company. Yet again, one of my tiny stocks gets absorbed before it succeeds.

Gone and forgotten. The news, however, was that some court case that I wasn’t aware of was settled in favor of some of the shareholders. A few hundred dollars were added to my portfolios. Not a big deal because the sums involved were thousands and the lost appreciation could’ve been in the tens of thousands, but a plus sign is a plus sign. And I had to do so little that I didn’t know anything had been done. Fine by me.

But, so what? Some tourist on vacation at a local fine restaurant will probably spend more on dinner tonight. Our monies have lives. Stocks have lives. Their companies have lives. Their employees have lives. I understand the advice to young people that they should invest early, often, and pay little (but not no) attention to it. But for me, it is worth remembering that investments are that opportunity to work over here and get paid from over there. Good news can come unbidden, and that’s worth remembering about many things, not just money.

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Scared By Medicare

Do you mean to tell me that is all there is to signing up for Medicare? I’ll take Classic, please.

Thanks, ads that interrupt my shows, thick brochures mixed in with my bills, barely overheard horror stories about the service. Even thinking about Medicare made me emotionally dance around the fringes of Medicare. I can see 65 from here, and I was powerfully procrastinating reading the materials. I was dreading having to sort through the options. Between daily finance issues, Social Security changes, and what sounded like a mandatory Medicare process – well, I wasn’t looking forward to the paperwork associated with reaching ‘retirement’ age. I feel better, now, thank you.

Signing up isn’t that scary, I think.

Ads leverage fear. The fear of missing out, the fear of doing it wrong, the fear of making a commitment in a morass of unintelligible complexity.

Friends can swing the emotions either way. Horror stories, or at least dramas, drive conversations. Making something sound simple isn’t as entertaining as emphasizing critical moments and the teller’s excellence at evading them or surviving them.

Two friends, one on social media and one I saw in a physically social event (was it a dance?) calmed me down. They said it was super easy, barely an inconvenience. (I’m curious who will get that reference.)

I’d saved a lot of the brochures; they sat on a corner of my desk. On my computer, emails and tabs for websites were open. Rather than prepare myself, I happened to be in my office doing cleaning chores and dove in. Get it done before I over-thought it. Besides, Jim said it was easy.

Trust Jim. Jim was right – so far, and that’s good enough for me, so far.

This post will probably be long enough because I write that way (how else do you think I manage to write so much?), so I’ll spare you the details of all the sources I researched. Go to the government’s site.
https://www.medicare.gov/


OK. Maybe not. The website is slow enough that my browser bonked on it. In classic form, they talk about and around it in so many ways trying to be helpful that it felt like they were purposely trying to find something. But they have to cover everything for everyone in every situation. Great, they cover it, but then they bury it.


Let’s try, again.
https://www.medicare.gov/publications/10050-Medicare-and-You.pdf
Page 10, maybe page 11, too. Your Medicare options. My options? Yes, my options, evidently.
On one page they mention Parts A, B, then D, and go back to describe C, and add two more choices. This is already simpler. I looked at the heading, and it simplified further into two choices: Original Medicare and Medicare Advantage. I show my age by getting a flashback to Classic Coke and whatever else was around. I read over Original, and thought it seemed fine for me. I double-checked with friends, a doctor, and an insurance agent. They agreed. It took longer to check that it really was as simple as choosing Classic than it did to sort through the ads and brochures. Your results may differ.

It turns out that most of the obfuscation comes from so many voices trying to clarify, and clarify, and clarify the system that the system seems like it must be incredibly complex. The government’s handout (or download) is 128 pages long. I needed one page, maybe two. The companies are trying to entice me into being their provider. The government is trying to please everyone by covering every possibility, most of which won’t apply to me.

I’m not surprised. The government gets massively criticized if anything they do can be misconstrued. Too many imperfect people (and we are all imperfect) expect perfection from the people who are trying to help. That’s true in health care, public policy, protective services, everyone and everything everywhere.

The corporations know how profitable the healthcare insurance industry can be. The government is charged over a thousand dollars a month for my subsidized health insurance. Give me a thousand dollars a month to spend on health care and I may not need the health insurance. Of course they want my business, and that’s more important.

We humans are so good at complicating things.

I may have over-simplified things.

I had a similar reaction to signing up for Obamacare. That chronicle is one of my most popular posts. I suspect something similar to happen here. The prelude is wrapped in a confusion of opinions and claims. Actually, signing up eventually becomes easy, especially in retrospect. Expect a few imperfections. When the benefits become available, the imperfections become real and manageable. Using the benefits is when the greatest confusion can happen because reality is messy and no system is perfect – and because everyone is different, including me. Histories matter, especially after living for a few decades.

I haven’t had to sign up yet. So far, it is simple but theoretical.

In a couple of weeks, I’ll meet with a local insurance broker whom I know and trust.

Early next year, I’ll turn 65 and the coverage should begin.

Soon after that, I’ll ask my doctor to help investigate various issues and treatments.

I have a plan, which is calming.

I also have a real life going on at the same time. I’m busy. I have to keep things simple. Time has always been more precious than money, and its value increases as my time available decreases.

And,

Within the next few months, I might have to sell my house and move. That’s another story. I only bring it up because turning 65 will have other implications. There will be lots of bureaucracy. I don’t want to have changes of address mixing up the various signups. They allude to that. I’ll deal with that separately. If I move, it will probably be to a place where the list of providers of anything is only one line long. Limited, but simple.

And, if I get it wrong, I can change it in a year. All of this noise and effort and it can be redone? Sweet.

I consider it ironic, or maybe just sad, that it became unhealthy to listen to health insurers, health care companies, drug companies, care facilities, and also people bashing the government. My screen’s Mute button gets hit a lot. That day when I finally dove into the paperwork included a step I didn’t mention above. When I have to deal with health insurance, I tend to take my anti-anxiety medicine first. The health system that is supposed to make us all healthier is so convoluted and confusing that I find it unhealthy. Glad I have something somewhere covering that. Tracking that down is too complicated.

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Permitting Affordable Housing

Sometimes, a few words can encapsulate a deep and complex topic.

If people can’t afford homes, we should permit affordable housing.

Sounds simple. Here begins many more words. There are policies for this and that. Programs for aiding this piece or that piece. It sounds intractable and is definitely pervasive. Yet, here I sit, my home bracketed by new houses. They are affordable to some because otherwise they wouldn’t be getting built. But they are not affordable to the people who need a house, any house, a shelter, a place they can afford on a typical income. Talk to them and find that they frequently have solutions, but they are literally not permitted to build them. They are not permitted to build what they consider affordable housing.

Where to start? I could describe my amateur understanding of the policies and procedures that are being debated. There are others who are better at politics and referendums. I’ll leave those discussions to them.

(Disclosure: I’ve written professionally about real estate and have also been a realtor. Currently, I am a homeowner and a writer.)

How about starting at a more personal level? Talk, no, listen to people who can’t afford housing. Most of the ones I know have solutions. They’re not whining about what to do, what to do. They frequently have answers that would work for them. Those answers aren’t panaceas, but case-by-case, people being able to live the way they want to, the size of the problem necessarily shrinks.

People who are struggling to find housing are frugal by necessity, yet they meet hurdles. Their solutions can be enacted but frequently built by people who are frugal by choice, by fashion. It takes resources to employ the people who will enable their applications and variances and their permits. Vacation houses become easier to permit than someone’s frugal home.

Tiny houses, cobb houses, strawbale, single-wides, houseboats, trailers, mixed-use buildings like barns. People in need don’t discuss such things as abstractions. Such alternatives meet their needs. One person might be fine with a converted barn. Someone else might be fine with a trailer. Their solution may be a temporary first step, but that may not be permitted. Innovative and frequently very old-style materials and construction techniques can even be more environmentally sound.

But, there’s that need for a permit.

The very nice houses being built around me are permitted. They are conventional, may require variances, and employ lots of contractors. Great. That drives an industry and an economy.

Unconventional houses may not drive an industry, but they may house that soon-to-be homeowner.

How many conventional houses were permitted in this county this year? Insert your municipality here. How many people need affordable housing? How many of their solutions were permitted? Which permits were given the higher priority?

Island County, Washington is proud of its rural character. It isn’t the only place. Rural character shows up in missions and goals, marketing materials, general descriptions of what the locals want the place to be. Rural character can be quaint and fashionable. The odd part is that permitting a modern farmhouse-style house may entail hundreds of thousands of dollars and thousands of square feet.

Traditional farmhouses had humbler beginnings. Imagine a farmer homesteading (and all the history that goes with that). They have land. No house. No crops. Possibly no income. What do they do first? Look back in history. They may have started in a tent, or a log house, or a sod house. Houses were small because large houses were expensive in money and time. They needed something to live in while devoting time to farming, or working livestock, or felling trees for lumber. That first house might have been temporary. Farmhouses eventually grew, but that could take years, if at all.

Modernity provides options. Manufactured homes simplify the choices. But permitting them, especially the more affordable single-wides, is difficult – or may be banned. Container houses and tiny houses have their own shows, but building something small may violate building codes – that are there to preserve rural character. We pride our country on innovation, but we don’t readily permit it.

I like my house, the only place I’ve emotionally called my home. I can barely afford it, and frequently have almost sold it. According to Redfin, it is 868 square feet on a 7,200 square foot lot. It is more beach cottage (though more than a quarter mile from the water) than farmhouse. It was built in 1964, was probably smaller, and expanded to its current size. It was all the original owners needed. Why build bigger?

It couldn’t be built now. A correction. My home could be built now because the laws of physics have not changed. The only thing that has physically changed since then is that today’s lumber is less likely to be old growth, and therefore, less structurally resilient. However, years ago, one member of the homeowners association (something else that wasn’t part of rural character) said my house was in violation of the bylaws because it is less than a thousand square feet. My house predates those rules. Many of the older houses in the area are this small or smaller. I’m not going to artificially grow my house. Such money needs to go to more practical uses.

I’ve stayed in a 128-square-foot tiny house. I could see how it could work for me. The sub-micro-mini tinies are like 96 square feet. They are too small for me, unless I was homeless. I prefer my friend’s tiny house, which is about 220 square feet. That plus a storage building, maybe a container, and enough land for a yard and garden, and I’d be in luxury compared to much of the world. I might also be out of debt. Unfortunately, if I sold this house and bought some land with the proceeds, I probably wouldn’t be permitted to live on the land while building an affordable house.

It is even tougher for many people I know.

But what about appearances? The conversation can leap to negative images of bad trailer parks, hobo communities, RVs, and a trashy lifestyle. Who wants that? I doubt anyone wants a trashy lifestyle; but someone who is paying so much for rent that they can’t afford healthy food, or someone who can’t afford any food, or someone who is illegally hiding in the forest has more basic needs. Function is more important than style.

Is rural character, or fashion, or style more important than housing those who are struggling? Can we enable someone who has a solution in mind but that they are not permitted to employ?

I mentioned that there are no panaceas. Water and sanitation are health issues to provide and protect. Power is less likely to require tying into the grid thanks to solar, wind, and LEDs. But people usually live near people, and that means sharing water sources and safely handling waste. Of course, there are options like water catchment, grey water systems, and even delivered water. As for sewage, septic is common, but can be required to exceed a minimum house size measured in bedrooms. Humanure systems exist (and I’ve seen them being hidden because they probably couldn’t get a permit.) Incinerating toilets are novel. I don’t want one, but if it works for someone else it is not my job to say they can’t use it. (For me, I cringe at the irrational image of something that could put a fire up my butt.)

Of course, I’m only one person with some opinions.

I was part of an affordable housing panel last year. Some of the others were in the housing industry or government. The conversation centered on conventional housing. I recall one comment from another conversation where someone said (not expecting an answer), “How could anyone live in less than 1,500 square feet?” Why wouldn’t a contractor prefer to build something more profitable for their business? The people who need a house have other answers. Go out and ask them on a dark and stormy night. Bring a flashlight and boots, and expect them to be suspicious of your intent. Better yet, talk, no, listen to them somewhere and sometime they feel safe and don’t have to skip work.

After one of those meetings, I dropped into engineer mode. (Ex-aerospace, not construction, but comfortable with numbers.) If housing is unaffordable, use less materials by reducing the size. If conventional construction of tinier houses has too few available contractors, make it easier for owner-built houses, maybe use alternative materials. If land is too expensive, allow smaller lots, or let people live on the water. By the numbers it is easier to be driven to physically feasible options – that aren’t permitted.

The bulk of the mainstream housing market works for the mainstream. That shouldn’t be a surprise. One thing that was difficult as a realtor was diminishing dreams of friends who were having financial trouble but who had found a housing solution. Frequently, that was a dream of a small house on a lot big enough for a garden. Simple. Almost farm-like. But, they couldn’t get permits for that single-wide, or that container house, or that houseboat, or, or, or…

In the meantime, many of the houses being built in my area are second, third, fourth houses. They aren’t homes. Some are more like hotel rooms waiting for their owner-guests. They aren’t breaking laws by doing so. They are enjoying the fruits of their wealth, and they are permitted to do so. About a decade ago the south end of Whidbey Island, where I live, was about 27% vacant, according to the US Census. The last time they reported, that had risen to 38%. That’s a lot of permitted houses that are affordable to their owners, but evidently not affordable to those who need housing most. How many frugal houses do we need?

From the financial perspective of people who can’t afford housing, that’s a lot of unaffordable housing being permitted.

What are we really permitting?

Existing housing doesn’t have to change. The mainstream doesn’t have to change. The industry doesn’t have to change. But, there is a housing crisis. Evidently, something has to change. We could permit truly affordable housing.

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GMGMF – One Company One Story

Welcome to another story and another video in my One Company One Story series.

This time, Graphene Manufacturing Company (GMGMF).

Here comes the amateur legalese.

I began investing in companies and their stocks in the late 70s, but am Not a certified investment professional.

My style and history of investing is described in Dream. Invest. Live., a book I wrote by request – which came out as the Great Recession (the Second Great Depression) began. Don’t underestimate luck. Oops. https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0035XVXAA

My personal finance blog (a blog about my finances) is: https://trimbathcreative.net/

I am Not an investment professional. This is Not financial advice. 

Graphene, the wonder material. That’s the way I see it. I grinned when seeing that Graphene Manufacturing Group used a similar term, The Carbon Wonder Product. Graphene Manufacturing Group (GMGMF) is an Australian firm developing products like batteries, lubricants, and HVAC materials. None of those are why I’ve followed the development of graphene, but they are examples of the diversity of applications for graphene. Early market projections for innovative technologies frequently get things wrong. PCs were supposed to be great in the kitchen because cooks could track their recipes. Ah, yet, and more. Graphene may be going through a similar maturation.

Graphene is a wonder product. Cue puns about wondering what, if anything is going to happen with it. Graphene is a form of carbon that sounds exotic but can occur accidentally. I have followed its progress because of its strength and conductivity capabilities. Graphene can be incredibly strong and light because it can be a single sheet or tube of carbon atoms. Trying to break graphene is not simply breaking chemical bonds but actually molecular bonds. A single sheet of graphene can theoretically be one large molecule only limited by practicality. A molecule of one element, carbon in this case, can be harder to break than a jumbled collection of molecules like almost everything else we encounter. Even steel and crystals aren’t as tough. Diamonds, which are carbon, are tough because of their crystalline structure. Graphene is analogous, similar to but not exactly, analogous to a diamond as thin as an atom deep but without limit in width and length. Very cool. I’m fascinated to see how it will change the world. (I particularly want to have a roof of the stuff.)

Enough about that. Graphene Manufacturing Group’s products seem to benefit from those properties but have more immediate and practical applications like batteries, lubricants, and HVAC coatings. Graphene may have theoretical capabilities for massive sheets, but practically can only be produced as smaller particles. Of course, produce enough of them and they become fundamental materials for jars of the stuff.

Go to their website for more details on their other applications, but for now, I’ll describe my understanding of their batteries. Basically, lithium-ion batteries are ruling the world. They are why so much of the world is now cordless and electrified. Unfortunately, lithium-ion batteries use uncommon materials (graphene is just carbon) and that can get hot (hence a few fires, and something to keep in mind with current devices). According to their website, their batteries also charge up to 70 times faster (something appealing to those who require overnight charging.)

The batteries alone can revolutionize much of the world. That’s why I am interested in them.

Of course, many innovative companies can, or at least hope to, revolutionize the world. Some do. Many don’t because of failures of the technology, practical limits, mismanagement, or mistimed launches, or other things, or combinations of those things. Great ideas don’t always work. Of course, when they do, they can be worth being associated with them.

Google Finance
Google Finance

As for the investment side of things, their stock price history looks like that of a lot of startups, bouncy and trending down until revenues drive it up. Note: GMGMF is Not an American company. That doesn’t invalidate it, but it does complicate investing in it for US investors. Attending a stockholders meeting can be a bit more involved. They are still a small company, but that’s how these things start. It has growth potential, but that is not readily apparent in the price. They also have tough competition. It would be a surprise if mega-corps weren’t also testing and creating such products. I haven’t analyzed the competition. That’s too big a task for this post, but it is something to be aware of. It also suggests that one consequence will be a buyout if they become too competitive. This can be a high risk/reward investment, but it can also be high maintenance.

As for market growth, look around at the ubiquity of electric vehicles and tools, and the commentary of having enough storage for wind and solar. These are not niche markets. They are reasons for growth. 

I don’t know what’s going to happen; but, I hope they survive and thrive. I’ll be watching.

The video: https://youtu.be/JKbvG0UHaGM


Coincidence

Within hours of posting my article and video I came across a year-old video from one of my favorite YouTube science communicators, Joe Scott. The topic: A Graphene Battery That Could Change Everything

He does a better job describing the tech – as always.

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Is That My Problem Or Not

Ideas about what to write about come from weird places. My septic system gurgles on purpose. I know why and how. Details later, unless I edit them out. If something goes wrong with it, it is my problem. I may not be the one to blame, but part of being a responsible adult is responding to things I’m responsible for. (It’s working fine, just to be clear.) None of us has exactly the same set of responsibilities as someone else, which is why we lead unique lives. Most advice ignores that. This is about much more than one house’s septic system.

It is September. There’s fog on Puget Sound. Soon I should hear fog horns as container ships try to maneuver around sail boats. My house is just high enough to catch some morning sunshine over low clouds. The season is late enough to be chilly. I took a break by taking my mug of tea onto the deck so I could: 1) not stare at a computer for a while, and 2) catch enough photons to warm up. Next month this might not be available without a jacket and a hat. Peaceful – except for the home construction in the neighborhood and the gurgling of my septic system.

I live in Washington State in the rural part of Island County on an island called Whidbey. Islands simplify life because they’re limited. On the mainland power, sewage, and water can flow to and from different places. Power goes out? Reroute. Water and sewage are probably harder to redirect, but they are also remote. On this island, power comes in via a set of cables at the north end, over forty miles from my house. Water comes from a well at the bottom of the neighborhood and a holding tank hundreds of feet up the hill. Septic systems are even more immediate. Each house has one.

On the mainland, if something breaks it is someone else’s problem, or at least someone else’s responsibility. On the island, except for the electricity, the problem will get fixed by someone, a name, not a faceless corporation. 

My septic system gurgles because it has an air pump that aerates whatever I put down the pipes. From there it goes to settle and stew before being pumped into a series of pipes in my front yard. The remains of my digested meals doesn’t get past my property boundaries until the residue is pumped from the tanks in a few years. I’d rather not have the gurgling, but I’m glad it works.

I look forward to having a solar panel system, which will make power more immediate too. That’s on the long list of purchases.

Just in case, I also have rain barrels.

For most of the population, providing necessities are someone else’s problem. I wonder if that is why so many disengage from vital news. There are more issues to deal with than one person can respond to, so it becomes easier to respond to things that are more entertaining like sitcoms and sports. 

Go to the other extreme and see how independent and resourceful farmers have to become.

Is it a wonder that we have different perspectives?

Just before trying to decide what to write about I read a Tweet (not an X) that made me realize what finally makes a topic rise from ignored to abstract to real.

My 85+ yo relative who won’t mask/vax informed me yesterday they think there’s more to Covid than a cold.

It only took a few years, and it had to become personal, something to respond to personally.

Imagine how frustrating that must be for power plant operators, professionals tending reservoirs, sanitation workers who must also dodge dimissive jokes about their occupation. Imagine how maddening that must be for people who are trying to protect the very people they are trying to save. Imagine how that must feel to be a friend of member of the family who is ignored or actively resistant to facts, logic, and compassion.

This blog is about personal finance, and it applies here, too. 

Here comes a bit of personal shame. I retired at 38. I knew good luck played a role, but frugal living and hard work did, too. At 48 I had written and self-published basically how I did it, Dream. Invest. Live. I hadn’t intended to write the book, but several friends and one best-selling author encouraged me to write it. Then I was hit with a perfect storm of bad luck. Bad timing.

Luck can happen both ways. I’ve seen both. 

Before my storm of bad luck I was glad that I was able to ‘win’ at the system. Living responsibly enabled living a life I could be responsbile for. After my financial storm, I’ve had to rely on scraps of work, paying penalties for early retirement withdrawals, taking a temporarily accelerated pension, and signing up for Social Security earlier than I wanted to. I earned my Social Security and pension, but I am also dependent on them but not responsible for their management. Politics can cancel Social Security. I don’t trust my previous employer to ensure the survival of my pension. Together, they don’t add up to enough; which is why I am so relieved to have a job. (It is part-time, but it is a treat that allows some treats.) 

My worry while wondering about this is for the majority of the population. We’ve just proven that we can’t responsibly respond to a pandemic. With the upsets in politics, disasters, and potential threats like the worst AI scenarios, there could be systemic emotional responses to interruptions in systems that we rely on others to be responsible for. 

Until about this time last year I was a realtor. I recall one house that was a classic homestead farmhouse. It started small and grew with additions. They didn’t always square with each other, literally; but the place could be an icon for true country kitchens, porches, and gardens. It took longer to sell than I expected; but evidently that was because people wanted to live a country lifestyle – but not if it involved dealing with a septic system.

It is good that they didn’t buy the house. I’m guessing they knew their limits, and that’s a good thing to know. 

I hope the new owners could handle that and enjoy the rest that came with it.

Pandemics. Climate change. Social injustice. Corruption. To some, they are abstractions. For each, a single event can turn them into personal realities.

Experience teaches where logic couldn’t. 
Unfortunately, experience takes too long.

My shame comes from feeling that I’ve failed. And yet, here I am. My finances are improving. My health is improving. Even my house is improving. And yet, my stocks have promise but languish – hopefully only temporarily.  I can’t afford the time and money for several health issues. I’m making my house nicer, but things that cost thousands of dollars are being deferred. And, I buy lottery tickets. I am not as independent and responsible as I’d like to be.

One of my favorite books is The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. In addition to its reminder to Don’t Panic, it also describes a tool many use.

The Somebody Else’s Problem field… relies on people’s natural predisposition not to see anything they don’t want to, weren’t expecting, or can’t explain. If Effrafax had painted the mountain pink and erected a cheap and simple Somebody Else’s Problem field on it, then people would have walked past the mountain, round it, even over it, and simply never have noticed that the thing was there.” – wikipedia

That works until that Somebody Else becomes you.

That’s a long way to saying that I am glad that I’ve practiced frugality. Get rid of the extraneous. (Another reason to donate stuff.) Don’t try to do too much. (Too much is too much. Only do as much as you can be responsible for. Which is why parents impress me.) Practice resourcefulness. In addition to being a place for creativity to play, being resourceful helps with emergency preparedness. (And for me, diminishes anxieties, of which I already have more than enough – mostly in things I can’t control.)

The fog persists, but I haven’t heard a foghorn. That’s good. One blast at a time is simply announcing “Here I am.” Five quick blasts “Somebody better respond because we’re about to hit each other!” What was abstract becomes real. 

A person gets Covid and realizes it isn’t just the flu. What was abstract becomes real.

We read the news and see more problems than any one of us can handle – until we must. What was abstract becomes real.

I wasn’t glad to spend thousands of dollars on my septic’s alarm system, but that’s better than waiting until repairing it would cost tens of thousands. My septic system gurgles. That’s OK. It is a small price for living responsibly. 

As for now, it is time to refill my mug, make lunch, and be glad for what is quietly, reliably, responsibly working.

PS As I typed that line my neighbor’s car’s backup alarm was going off, just in case there was a kid behind the car.

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