Rundown by Topic

The Creeping Crud

The husband and I are getting better by the day. My ear is plugged up right now though, so I'm cranky. Basically, we cough, blow our noses, and do whatever else we can. Tuesday that meant I made a list and pushed myself. I'm not sure how I did it (okay, it was a cold medicine buzz - that shit's like speed), but I worked my ass off in the house. Then I dreamed that my fabulous purple plaid shoes, which I wore while cleaning, had been worn down to the point where there were large holes worn clean through the soles. Maybe that's a hint? I still had a list today, but it was smaller and a bit more reasonable.


The Markets

Unemployment numbers coming. Tuesday I doubled up on a short biased 3x ETF position that I have been holding since the middle of December. Wednesday the markets lost a lot of ground and my shares gained about 13%. I'm holding. I don't know what will happen Thursday, but I smell trouble in the markets on the near horizon. Lucky for me, there are ways to profit anyway. Basically, I am short the S&P without all of the same risks as a typical short move. Right now I don't have so many opinions about solving the current economic situation, I just watch so I can make whatever I can. As long as things are moving, I have to figure out a way to squeeze some money out of the deal. It's just what I do.


The Dream Mother

I love him. I'm very glad he has not disappeared from in here. Wednesday is when I usually talk to him. I miss him. I sent him an email Tuesday night. It was just a short one to let him know that he has not disappeared and that I am okay. I didn't think he would be checking his email, I sent it to make myself feel better. He answered. He is okay, too. I'm glad. I still miss him.


Tinkerbell

I finally changed the calendar. I know I'm a little late, but I now have the 2009 Tinkerbell calendar up. I wouldn't normally buy such a frivolous thing for myself. I am the kind of person who pukes at the thought of kittens, puppies, or seashells on my bank checks. Postage stamps that display anything other than the American flag or the Liberty Bell make me flush with a strange and inexplicable embarrassment. I bought the Tinkerbell calendar when I was doing the regular shopping toward the end of December. I had the husband and the kids with me and... it was so unusual for me to buy it, that they all asked me who it was for. They all seemed a little stunned when I told them it was for me. I sound like an old stick in the mud, don't I? When I put up the new calendar, I thought of the summer/ fall of 2007. That was when I started to come out of my, um... my whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Yes, in the summer/ fall of 2007, I took down the 2005 calendar and put up a current one. I think of it now and I remember looking at that calendar, stuck on a page from a year and a half in the past, and I remember the feelings I had then. I felt ashamed. I felt scared. I remember feeling a little confused and shocked to realized how much time had passed while I was, um... while I was whatever-you-want-to-call-it. Anyway, back to Tink. She is not about sadness or fear. She is lovely. I had to have her because of the highly artistic nature of the pictures on the calendar. They are so very beautiful and imaginative, animated and lively. Each is a portrait of a delicious fictional world where fairies reign supreme. I love it. It reminds me of a story that I was too afraid to begin when it came to me. It's a fairy story, only it's not. I think I will be ready to write it after I finish the work in progress. Tink will accompany me through 2009 and I will write it. I bought an extra copy of the calendar and sent it to the Dream Mother so he can see. We will one day discuss this little piece of loveliness. Just as soon as I can quit being weird long enough to think of it at the appropriate time.

Maybe I will get back to the work in progress soon. Maybe tonight? Or maybe I'll have a beer.