happiness, leisure, mind, wealth

the perfect purse

purse_1Setting aside the price, I found the perfect purse for someone of my age. You know, for someone who is facing fewer years in my future than the many years of my past. Years that promise increasing weakness, even feebleness, which improve the likelihood of being targeted by pick pockets and muggers. It is a black leather Calvin Klein.

  • It’s black – the perfect color for my wardrobe.
  • It’s leather – the perfect long-lasting material.
  • It has two side compartments that snap closed – perfect for temporarily stashing my cell phone when I need it to be handy. See the right arrow on the image above
  • It has a clip to hold keys on an internal leather strap just long enough for me to tuck the keys into one of the side compartments – a perfect way to keep the keys handy, but safe from being stolen. See the left arrow on the image above.
  • The straps are long enough for me to carry the purse over my shoulder – perfect for keeping it close to me and away from pick pockets.
  • It has two large zipper compartments – perfect for keeping what I carry in it like my wallet and eyeglasses out of reach of pick pockets.
  • Both the zippers close in the same direction – perfect for me to keep them in front of me when I walk, protecting the contents from pick pockets.
  • It has an open central compartment that closes with a snap – perfect for keeping what I need to get to quickly, like a pen, my business cards, and Kleenex.

If it weren’t for the price, it would be perfect. Now, if it lasts more than four years, the per-year-cost will bring it down to the price I have been paying for the imperfect fake leather purses that I have to give up because a handle rips off or a zipper breaks. Then it will be the perfect purse.

 

 

happiness, leisure, wealth

it really may be too late

Retirement Plan by aag_photos, on Flickr
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As my husband approached Social Security eligibility, our mailbox filled with offers for “free” lunches from financial advisors and planners. The invitations all included some version of the statement that it is still not too late to plan for retirement. Except for the first one, he declined the invitations. The first one confirmed our suspicions and what we already knew – there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Now that I am approaching that same age, the invitations have started arriving again. A recent arrival made its pitch this way:

Learn how to:

  • Determine the amount of money you need to retire
  • Create your own goals for a “successful retirement”
  • Eliminate debt and improve cash flow
  • etc., etc., etc.

No matter what the invitations say, at this point it is too late for those lessons. We don’t need them. We have already done the saving and goal setting. We have no debt. And since I have never heard of the people offering these lessons, I have a hard time taking them seriously. It feels like an offer that will result in the loss of my time and money. So I have ignored them.

But I have to admit that some of the etc., etc., etc. points are relevant, such as:

  • Select the retirement plan distribution choice that is right for you
  • Plan your retirement income (emphasis is mine) to preserve a comfortable standard of living
  • Transfer the risk of potential financial losses before or during retirement
  • Reduce or eliminate taxes, expenses, delays and legal challenges with estate planning

Of course, I didn’t recognize the relevant ones because of my skepticism at the outset about why they were pushing the first set. I had already followed all the advice from financial advisors to ensure I have funds put away for my retirement years. I was focusing on the savings phase of retirement planning. And the financial advisors we had been doing business with weren’t getting in touch with us to consider the future.

Well, most of those financial advisors weren’t getting in touch with us. Thankfully, one did – Greg Roemer of Thrivent. If it hadn’t been for Greg, someone we came to know and rely on very late during the retirement savings phase, I am not sure I would have realized the importance of the retirement income phase. We would have stumbled along allowing events to cause actions and that might have worked out OK. Thankfully, our persistent advisor didn’t give up on us. Greg invited us to review our financial situation to see if adjustments are advisable. When we couldn’t connect because of family emergencies – he is on the east coast and we are on the west – he still didn’t give up. He continued to recommend that we meet and arranged with another Thrivent advisor on the west coast, Don Neff, for us to meet in Don’s office where we were able to connect via video conference. Here is some of the information he provided to help us – in our situation, not yours – consider options.

  • Waiting until I am 70 to begin collecting Social Security is a way to ensure an 8% per year increase. And that makes sense even if I stop working before I reach 70. It would have applied in my husband’s case, too, but we were so eager to begin collecting those Social Security benefits we didn’t stop to ask anyone about it. Sometimes it really is too late.
  • I understand the difference between a qualified and a non-qualified financial instrument. I have both, and I knew how each affected me during the retirement savings phase, but not the retirement income phase. Just the name – qualified – made those plans sound advantageous and therefore better somehow. But now that I know the difference, I am glad not all our retirement savings went into qualified plans with their required minimum distributions once we reach the age 70 1/2.
  • That age – 70 1/2 – is nipping at my husband’s heels, so we need to find a ways to minimize the tax consequences of those distributions. We plan to begin making contributions to a 529 plan for our grandchildren. Unfortunately, since we live in California, we get neither tax deductions nor tax credits for these contributions (so says About Money), but not every good action pays off immediately. The payoff will be the future education of our grandchildren. And there are other ways to get those deductions and credits.
  • We also now have a plan to consolidate our many different retirement accounts. Each one made sense at the time we opened them. But there was no overall plan involved. Serendipity brought us to this one for that reason and that one for another reason. We have pockets of our savings here and there, some very small, some more significant. I considered it diversification. Keeping track of just two or three in the same place instead of the nine or ten we have with many different institutions is the kind of simplification we need in the future.

Had our financial advisor not been so persistent, we would likely have made decisions that could significantly complicate the income distribution phase of our retirement planning. We already made one other decision – in addition to my husband beginning to collect Social Security at the earliest possible time – that we might have avoided had we consulted with an advisor sooner. My husband is a both a U.S. and a British citizen and has worked in both England and the U.S., making contributions into both social security systems. But since he has been following me around the world for the past 20 years, he hadn’t fully contributed to the U.K. system. Thinking it was a prudent step, he made the catch-up contributions so that he would qualify for both pensions. Once he did that, his Social Security was reduced by a percentage of his U.K. pension. He paid for the benefit and because he did, he gets less of the other.

Sometimes it really is too late.

 

health, wealth

home sweet home

The other day I watched a man with a long white beard in a worn suit walk across the street with the help of a cane, while I waited at the signal in my car. He walked so slowly I wasn’t sure he would make it across the street before the traffic light changed. Then I saw his shoes. They were at least two sizes too big. There was an inch of space between his heel and the back of the shoe. No wonder he walked slowly.

While I have nothing but his appearance to go on, my guess is that he is among the many homeless in America.

According to an April 2010 report by the National Alliance to End Homeless:

There is some troubling evidence that homelessness is beginning to increase among elderly adults. In addition, there are demographic factors — such as the anticipated growth of the elderly population as baby boomers turn 65 years of age and recent reports of increases in the number of homeless adults ages 50 to 64—that suggest a dramatic increase in the elderly homeless population between 2010 and 2020. While the country’s changing demographics may make this finding unsurprising, it has serious implications for providers of homeless services and should be deeply troubling to the policymakers that aim to prevent poverty and homelessness among the elderly through local and federal social welfare programs.

That report uses the term “sheltered homeless” as a reminder that sleeping outdoors on park benches or in a doorway is not the only criterion for labeling someone as homeless. In the summertime in Arlington, Virginia, volunteers in the Arlington Street People’s Assistance Network (A-SPAN) Homeless Bagged Meal Program (I am one of them) prepare more bagged meals to serve in the evening at the two sites than they do in the winter. In the winter, more homeless persons find shelter for the night in buildings, not vehicles, getting their meals indoors.

As a child, I remember using the term “bum” to describe someone who looked like the man I watched cross the street. The stereotype then was that anyone who was homeless was either lazy, running away from something, or an alcoholic or worse – that the condition of homelessness was the result of poor choices by the individual. “They” brought it on themselves. Some may still choose to believe that stereotype, but the evidence indicates that there are single men, single women, children and families who live in their vehicles, in shelters, in public restrooms, or wherever they find protection from the elements and and other hazards. Now it is hard not to acknowledge that the primary cause of homelessness, poverty, can result from many different situations, most entirely out of the hands of those who end up without a home. Loss of a job, loss of a life partner, a serious medical condition – each of these can result in depletion of one’s life’s savings, then the loss of a home.

I don’t think I’ll ever consider myself other than firmly in the middle class. I’ll never be rich, if the measure of richness is solely money. And I will always consider the homeless person on the side of the road as my neighbor. We share the same space even if we don’t share the same circumstances.