Monday Another Day to Go Slow

Mondays now are like Saturdays, but not with the cartoons I loved to watch when I was young (I am a former young boy). I was lazy and wrote the blog slow and it was hard to assemble a narrative on Monday. I spent more time looking at my investments and called US Bank Wealth Management. I talked to Sam, my adviser, and told him to buckle up and that I would touch nothing (no panic from me), but of course, he may find opportunities and should follow them. Sam mentioned adding ETFs covering oil and military sectors. Hmmmm. I told him to do what he thinks is right, but I was ready for the ride. He pointed out that, as of Monday, the markets had not reacted to the war (the markets fell 1.5% on Tuesday when I wrote this; the markets have since slightly recovered).

For those who wonder what my investments have done, they are going up and down, with only the bond interest showing any positive flow. Here is the Trump-effect on my investments. Just up and down, up and down, usually back to the same place. Just churn and not real growth.

I made coffee and had a banana while I was bouncing from task to task. I reheated my leftover Pud Thai from yesterday’s church meeting. I finally published the blog; I wasn’t very happy with it. But when I find that a blog just doesn’t seem to work for me, I stop editing and publish it. It is not likely to get better. It will do, I tell myself. I showered, enjoyed all the creams for the rashes, and so on, and finally dressed.

I read and watch more Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. I talked to Deborah, and we watched the next Matlock, the Kathy Bates version, together. It felt strange to be apart again. We last watched it together in Michigan.

I decided to risk some pasta for dinner. My tummy was better but still not its usual iron-self. I made angel hair pasta, fried some Italian-style sweet sausage until it was broken up and browning, scooped out the excess fat, and then added sauce from a jar that had been heating. It was above average, not great. I risked a second bowl, and there were no tummy issues.

We had a church Zoom meeting to plan events, and Pastor Ken shared that he is trying to put together another trip to Brazil in 2027. Z and Dondrea are trying to make it work, and they hope I can join them. I might even do some travel planning for them. He has contacted Gordon Greathouse, and more will follow. Back in 1997, I taught a Methodist study on Brazil written by Joyce Hill (recently passed), who was Susie’s aunt. I still have my materials and showed them to the group. Joyce Hill even gave the sermon when she visited Brazil.

After the meeting, I decided to keep Another Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, which crossed over with the animated series. It was quite fun and an interesting mix. I read some more.

Somewhere on Monday, I stripped the bed, did the laundry, and remade the bed. I have not finished the folding. Nothing is put away yet.

I read more Gather Moss and soon fell asleep after turning off the light and remembering my bed and to apply those creams twice a day, again. The rash is fading.

Thanks for reading.