Yearly Archives: 2005

I Tell Myself A Mortgage Is A Loan

Thumbnail: Money fold

I thought I knew what to expect finan­cial­ly in own­ing a home. I was ready for mort­gage pay­ments, lawyers fees, gas bills, title insur­ance, land trans­fer tax (which is a sep­a­rate pay­ment from the name change fee), and any oth­er ran­dom thing that may cost me mon­ey.

What I was­n’t ready for was the rapa­cious urge to pur­chase things. Things that cov­er win­dows, things that illu­mi­nate the cor­ners of rooms. Things that go in hous­es, things that look nice. Things to play, things that orga­nize oth­er things.

So I spent some mon­ey. Got the living/dining room and two bed­rooms pro­fes­sion­al­ly paint­ed. Bought a 53″ Widescreen HDTV Projection TV. Of course, I need­ed a pro­gres­sive scan DVD play­er to go with it (as well as com­pos­ite cables for that and the Gamecube, which cost more than the DVD play­er itself). I even bought four games — Paper Mario, Viewtiful Joe 2, Timesplitters: Future Perfect, and Pikmin 2 — so that I could take advan­tage of widescreen and pro­gres­sive scan sup­port. There were also a few cost­ly trips to Ikea, Homesense, Home Depot for things like tables, bowls, king sized pil­lows, and Egyptian cot­ton pil­low­cas­es.

I’m in debt for the first (and hope­ful­ly last) time in my life. I was up to sev­en grand at one point, but the small­er part of it (all on cred­it cards) was paid-off with the help of my last pay­cheque, and the larg­er half hap­pens to be inter­est-free. I have to men­tion, though, that a sig­nif­i­cant por­tion of what’s left has been reduced, to the gen­eros­i­ty of my par­ents. $2000 of it was towards a set of cus­tom-sized mir­rored clos­et doors to be installed in my room and in the coat clos­et, and they decid­ed to pay for them as a house­warm­ing gift. Pat also got me a bar­be­cue that fits per­fect­ly on my back patio, along with cov­er, cook­ing uten­sils, and wire-string brush.

My goal is to pay off the debt as soon as I can, and start putting 10% of my pay into a high-inter­est sav­ings account. I’d also like to save 2% of my annu­al salary for house repairs and upkeep, while look­ing into high­er RRSP con­tri­bu­tions and pos­si­bly an extra mort­gage pay­ment by the end of the year.

This’ll be hard, how­ev­er, because I’m itch­ing for a new com­put­er. I admit that I could­n’t help but take advan­tage of a great deal on Dell’s 19″ view­able flat pan­el mon­i­tors, so I bought two. Unfortunately, with a lap­top, I can only use one for the time being. I’ve been look­ing at the new P4 Extreme Edition proces­sors, which are dual core with hyper-thread­ing on each that can sim­u­late four proces­sors. I’m try­ing to wait until the price drops a bit, see­ing as how one of these costs as much as an entire new sys­tem. Normally I would­n’t even con­sid­er spend­ing so much on a CPU, but I can eas­i­ly jus­ti­fy it with all the video encod­ing and pho­to manip­u­la­tion I’ve been doing late­ly. I’ll prob­a­bly be able to afford one by the time they become rea­son­ably priced.

Weightless Notebook

I’m at the point now where I don’t need to car­ry around a note­book to keep track of the sub­jects and ideas I want to write about lat­er. There are so many things to say that I only end up remem­ber­ing the impor­tant ones any­way. It’s like a sub­con­scious way of fil­ter­ing out the things that aren’t worth men­tion­ing.

A good feel­ing. As if life nev­er ceas­es to be inter­est­ing, and there’s always some­thing to expe­ri­ence, to learn, and to tell.

Long Weekend, Longer Session

Jeff and Darren are over for the next three days. They came five hours from Toronto to hang out with me, before they begin work for the sum­mer. This makes me feel spe­cial.

I’ve tak­en the rest of the week off. I expect to be con­scious for a few hours between now and Sunday. Thank god for paid vaca­tion days.

Three more hours and it’d be an all-nighter.

To Get Two Cats Together

I final­ly got Nala and Dolly to eat off the same plate. It took a few cans of Fancy Feast (the only wet cat food Nala will eat), and about two weeks of serv­ings in pro­gres­sive­ly clos­er prox­im­i­ty. Food seems to be only thing that will get them both to brush whiskers with­out con­flict. Even if one cat sim­ply walks by the oth­er, there’ll be a paw swipe or two. I doubt that they’ll ever com­plete­ly get along. Neither cat seems to be com­pat­i­ble with oth­er cats, even after get­ting accus­tomed to each oth­ers scents.

When The Night Hides Nothing

Even before get­ting in bed, I knew that I would­n’t be able to sleep because of this. I knew that as soon as I woke up to roll over, I would­n’t stop think­ing, won­der­ing about the sit­u­a­tion I’m in.

Somewhere in my mind I want to run away again, sim­ply because it would be the eas­i­est thing to do. Fortunately, I know bet­ter, and real­ize that I have to face up to the deci­sions I make, as well as the con­se­quences that result.

I can’t tell if the hard­est part is not know­ing or not assum­ing.