When did concert tickets get to be so expensive? You’ve probably guessed that it’s been many years since I went to a concert. Yes, the last time was way back in 1997. Last week I heard that one of my favorite singers…George Michael, will be in concert here this summer. I immediately thought I can’t miss this one, but when I checked the ticket prices, I discovered that they start at $50 and go upwards to $175. I’m taking a guess, but I’m probably right in thinking that the $50 seats are in the section where oxygen might be required, and George will look like a small dot on the horizon. So it looks like this Budget Smart Girl won’t be going to the concert…well, unless George just happens to read this blog and sends me complimentary tickets!
We had a notice from the local city offices that the summer water ban will still be in effect this year, and the fines for breaking it are being increased. Right now we can only water on odd or even days and there’s no watering on any day, between 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. I’m thinking of removing some of the grass that doesn’t grow anyway and planting drought resistant ground cover. I’ve also thought about buying a rain barrel. My dad always used one and sometimes had enough water in there to water the grass all summer long. Prices for rain barrels range from $100-200. I picked up a copy of the classes offered at a local nature center and saw there’s one about rain barrels for $40, and that includes a rain barrel. I thought, great, sign me up, it’s worth $40. However, being caught up in the excitement of thinking I’d found a bargain, I didn’t read the whole class description. It seems you have to make your own barrel during the class. I did causally mention the class to my husband, and told him I’d signed him up for it. The look he gave me told me that I should still keep looking at the more expensive rain barrels.
Have people stopped shopping for groceries? That’s what I asked myself when I was at my local supermarket last week. I was half way through my shopping expedition when I realized I was the only one in there. It was mid morning on Wednesday, and I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of a whole store to myself. I thought maybe they were closed and I’d somehow managed to get inside the store, but no, assistants had seen me and hadn’t ushered me outside. An added bonus was when I got to the check out, there was no waiting, and I even got my groceries packed by another assistant because she had no customers at her check out lane.