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As I sit here beginning my blog for Monday October 15th, I can't help but stop and realize I have been retired for about 7 weeks now.
People are now asking me how I like retirement. My buddy Douglas has embraced it with both arms his heart and his soul. I am still struggling with the concept of trying to figure out when it actually starts.
True, I do not have to read my weekly cash analysis or read the copious e-mails from various departments in a company or attempt to measure a specific competitive threat or understand why a project might be coming in behind schedule or over budget.
What I do have is thoughtus interuptus all day long. Here are few examples.
I am trying to read about an investment suggestion from on of my highly qualified Financial Advisors. I get a call from my lovely wife to come pick our dog up because it is too hot for the dog to be on the walk. Now this is the walk that started only 27 minutes ago where I took my lovely wife and dog to a drop off point so they could see a new set of scenery on their walk. Thoughtus Interuptus.
Now I understand that Devin thinks that I don't work when I sit at home in front of the computer, but 80% of the time I am dealing with my new job, managing the monies that have recently been bestowed upon us. That is on top of the accounts we already have as well as those in the Salve Lucrum Family Fund.
(For new readers, that is an account entrusted to me with the principal guaranteed and a return guaranteed by me personally. I call it my reverse ponzi scheme.)
Another thoughtus interuptus would be hearing the doorbell ring and watching a UPS driver drive away. Now that does not sound like that big of a deal, but with four dogs, it take them about 3 minutes of wild howling to settle back down and I, of course have to figure out that it was the UPS guy and not a home invasion in process. (That would be a good trick. Right now with all the construction going on in and outside of the house, I could not find a pair of underwear this morning. If we had a home invasion robbery, I would say shoot me now because I do not know where a damn thing is. It might be nice to have a bullet wound and spend a few days in a quiet hospital.)
Another thoughtus interuptus would be not knowing if the dogs had been out in a while. Ya see Devin and I come and go all day long. I will get in the house, run upstairs to catch the close of the day on Wall Street, get into the Schwab accounts, then after the close have this really good idea about selling some calls on a few of my energy plays because the sector is looking very weak over the next few months. (Don't worry boys and girls I won't get too stock heavy here at the moment.) As I analyze a January XOM call options and trying to decide whether to sell a $92.50 or $90.00 call, it hits me? Have the dogs been out?
I close down the Schwab website, and go down stairs to take the dogs out. With the backyard town up and workers in the back, that chore now takes several more minutes than just letting them run out back and ruin our lawn. Thoughtus Interuptus.
By the way we are getting new rocks and lawn in the backyard for them to ruin. We will have less yard to ruin, but lots of nice stone steps for them to use while they ruin the new yard. Here is a picture of the work in progress.
We also have a mysterious leak in the back yard. The guys have spent two weeks trying to figure out the source. No matter where they dig, they find water. Our pool is not leaking and our spa is not leaking. But we now have about 2 grand into digging and looking for water.
Wouldn't it be a kick of the contractor was just filling the holes with water so he can keep the gravy train going?
Anyway every so often I have to check on their progress and that of course is "thouhgtus interuptus".
I went to see my doctor today. It was weird because I had set the appointment when I was dutifully employed. Now I came in as a retired person. Knowing there was no hurry to get done must have helped because my blood pressure was low enough that the tech wanted to take it again to be sure. Usually she wants to take it again because it was so high. I am still one of the youngest people in his office.
He asked me if I was behaving myself. I said, "I just spent three days in New York and two of the nights I dined on Mulberry Street, what do you think?" He smiled.
I just had a great idea . . . uh oh its 5 O'clock time to feed the dogs. . . thoughtus interuptus.
But before we get into the market stuff, if you have been following the progress or lack there of, to get the Space Shuttle into place, they had to park the thing in a rough part of Los Angeles the night before last. Here is the results:
I know you want some more before we get into the boring stock stuff. Here is the shot of me with Gumby as promised:
Ok one more. I am very proud of Jack and his ability to balance school and TV, but some time I have to warn him that too much TV is just too much TV.
Ok One More because I am getting tired. I spent some time with a real blockhead at the Comicon Show Saturday afternoon.
Ok one more, but really this has to stop. For my friend Christer in Sweden who thinks he is the only chubby boy who can ride a bike.
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Since 10/10/2012
