Monday, August 24, 2015
About Losing 57K in One Day and Finding a Home for the Goat
While the market was crashing all around us today I finished cleaning out the barn, burned off the old rotten wood I removed and most of the limbs that came down with the tree I cut up. The newly reclaimed chicken area of the barn is almost complete now. More on that later.
Last I checked and doing a rough estimate from the numbers on my screen I think we lost about 57K today. This is from all our accounts 401K's, Roth IRA's, and a couple of straight up investment accounts. Not been a good day for us financially but did I stress about it? Not in the least.
I know what some of you maybe asking. Why does a guy with a Homesteading/Prepping/ Sustaining blog even have money in the market? A very good question!!! I explained why a few years ago but perhaps it is worth doing so again.
One reason is that although Mrs. PP loves the sheep, chickens, gardens and such she deep down still feels my predictions of a financial collapse are complete Hogwash. She actually is kinda a liberal Femocrat in many ways but I tolerate it because she is so darned cute and all. There is no way I would ever stand a snowball's chance in hell of talking her out of making her retirement contributions each month and even less of a chance I could convince her into taking any of the money we have invested out either. It really is that simple and while a couple 100K would go a long way to building the ultimate sustainable farm for the future it would take a divorce for me to use it and my marriage is worth more to me than that.
Another reason is that I am not completely sure how long this train wreck is going to take. Now I stopped my contributions years ago. I used a large share of the profits I had gained for prepping. Why I even bought my Ford diesel tractor using money I made off the market. Once I reached the point I had pulled more out than I put in I decided to let the rest ride. The last several years of a manipulated market has been very good to us and our preps. Despite all of my best efforts to turn digital money into assets our accounts have grown by leaps and bounds. As the accounts grew so did Mrs. PP's happiness limit and well that leads to returns that are more valuable than money anyway.
Lastly I am not counting on any of that money for anything anymore. I make enough to improve on the place at a good pace. We did recently take another 20K out to pay the insurance deductible after Mrs. PP's hospital stay and buy a new outbuilding. Looks like the market winnings I been turning into preps might be a thing of the past now though.
We are more or less at a point that there is no real sense of urgency to get just that one more thing done before the day of doom anyway.
Still it's kinda hard to look at all that RED on my portfolio page.
Anyway I spent the day working on the barn as I said and playing with the Goat. Seriously her and I had a few adventures today. It all started as I was coming out of the barn to cut some 2x4's. The goat would cry and bellow wanting me to come over to where I had her tied out. Eventually I gave in and went to pet her and she jumped and carried on like a crazy goat. I took her over and tied her to the trailer hitch on the truck where I was working. She climbed up on the truck, the top of the cab mind you, and dared me to come get her. I got her down off the cab and took her for a walk.
As I said she is very well leash broken.
I remembered the West pasture was laying fallow so I thought maybe she would like it there. I took off her leash and she ran around at about 100 miles an hour but if I tried to leave she would throw a fit.
She is quite the pistol I must say. The vet basically said there is no way to remove those horns, at least no way he would recommend so we had a pow wow about her this evening and the general consensus is we are going to try and find her a good home. No matter how happy she thinks she is it just isn't fair to make her the only goat on a sheep farm. We will never be able to turn her out with the sheep because doing so with those horns would be like putting a teenaged serial killer, armed with long knives, in a room with a bunch of unarmed, bitchy, fat, lactating Women and their babies.
No matter what that scenario IS NOT going to end well.
She went back to her isolation area in the horse trailer tonight just as happy as could be. Didn't even hear a peep out of her.
If any of my readers within a reasonable distance want the cutest, friendliest miniature goat ever created please contact me. We have a couple of possible leads but who knows if they will pan out. If you want a personable pet goat this one is the ticket but I imagine there will be an interview by Mrs. PP before letting her go.
Seriously this goat acts more like a pet dog than a goat.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!!!!