As I have noted, I love using my DISCOVER card. It was the first bank credit card I ever owned, back in 1986. I had a couple store cards, notably Sears, before that; in fact, Sears and DISCOVER were once linked financially, but I don’t believe that’s still the case.
DISCOVER is cool. They send me an e-mail saying: you want 5% cash back on this category of purchases for the next three months? Sure! They make it easy, whereas some credit card companies put you through hoops in order to get rewards. When I go to Amazon.com, usually for gifts, I often use the DISCOVER cash back feature, which can be posted automatically.
I went to Radio Shack to make a purchase on January 17 of just under $20, and of course used my DISCOVER card. Continue reading The annoying DISCOVERy
Late last year, I got a call from the DISCOVER card people. I was asked if I wanted to get a 25th anniversary card. OK, sure, whatever, and didn’t think about it.
Then a few days later, the special monogrammed card arrived and I had to call the toll-free number to get it authorized. Instead of the automated service Continue reading DISCOVER card rediscovered me
One more story from the work conference.
I checked in to the hotel on Sunday, May 22. Although the conference, which included food as well as the room, was paid for by my office, I was required to provide a credit card, in case I made incidental purchases, such as long-distance phone calls or pay-per-view movies. Oddly, only some of us were asked for our credit cards; it appears that it very much depended on who was at the front desk at checkout.
I checked out of the hotel on Wednesday, May 25, incidentally with no incidental expenses. I went home Continue reading Si, My Credit Card; No, Not My Purchases
I love money. I hate money.
After my mom died, my sister came across some letters my mom wrote to no one in particular – they’d be journal entries, I suppose, had she put them in a diary. One in particular from November 1995, was about how quickly my father was burning through their retirement savings. My mother was very thrifty, very good with money, but my father was…not, let’s just say.
When I graduated from college, I wasn’t making enough money to pay for my student loans right away, so it wasn’t until about five years after I graduated that I was able to secure a credit card. It was a Sears card, with which I bought a clock/radio for $12.95. I lived too much on my credit cards, especially when I was unemployed or a grad student.
Continue reading The Money Issue QUESTION
My father died on a Thursday; we had the funeral on a Sunday, and he was buried on a Monday. My mother died on a Tuesday, and our first inclination was to have the funeral on the following Saturday. But, instead of working on the obituary or the program on that day, we sat around telling Trudy stories. I think, in some way, we died my father’s death the way he would have wanted his death to be handled, quickly and efficiently; it also helped that we knew my father wad going to die at least the day beforehand. Whereas mom’s death took us, and indeeed her long-time doctor, by surprise; her heart was still strong, even after the stroke, and we were having conversations about placing her in some medical facility after she got out of the hospital the very morning she died.
Once Saturday was off the table, we considered Sunday, but it was Super Bowl Sunday, on which my mother’s mother died; I remember getting the call during the 3rd quarter of the game in 1983. Besides, it was just different. My dad was the hare, my mother, the tortoise, and we all know that slow and steady win the race.
So, it was a Tuesday funeral Continue reading Random Post-Funeral Thoughts