Death Binder 2.0: The Pensioner’s Edition

A New Hope … For Time to Create a Better Death Binder

Young kids fractionalize your free time as a parent, making long-term projects difficult. That may sound ironic coming from an early retiree and pensioner like me, but it’s nonetheless true, especially during the summer holidays. As I pen this post, it’s February, and we’re nearing the end of summer in New Zealand (NZ). The kids recently started their new school year, which is great because my family and I were busy with all the fun things that typify the NZ summer lifestyle for the six preceding weeks. This includes going to the beach, road-tripping, camping, hiking, kayaking, bike riding, summer football (i.e., soccer), and rock jumping into emerald pools of cold mountain river water! Needless to say, all that fun didn’t leave much time for the long-overdue transformation of my original death binder into a pensioner’s death binder. Continue reading

The Death Binder!

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter. — Winston Churchill

Death Binder

Death and Binders

I did something different this week for work. I deployed to a foreign country for a military exercise. I’m writing this post from that country as a matter of fact. It’s the first time since my Afghanistan tour in 2013 that I’ve deployed abroad with all my gear. It’s also the first time since my financial awakening that I’ve deployed. Granted, I traveled multiple times on official orders since Afghanistan and was also stationed overseas for multiple years. However, except for our Permanent Change of Station (PCS) move from Europe to Hawaii, I consider my travel comparable to business trips. There’s something different about packing up all your combat gear that sharpens the mind. As a result, while not a tour to a combat zone, I used this military exercise as an excuse to build my “Death Binder”.

Just for the record, Mrs. Grumpus hates the term, Death Binder. In fact, she won’t let me call it the Death Binder in the house. Instead, we call it the “Financial Binder” or “Financial Folder”. However, I call it the Death Binder when she’s not around. I do that partly because of my love of heavy metal. There’s something about the term Death Binder that makes me want to throw the devil sign up in the air and bang my head while shouting “DEATH BINDER” in my loudest metal voice.

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