One year ago today: January 22, 2025, as for Caltier.
Five years ago today: January 22, 2021, a new socket.
Nine years ago today: January 22, 2017, this door was fun.
Random years ago today: January 22, 2014, Banquet or Swanson?
Silver tops $99 as I head back to the cabin. Remember the lovely things I said about Florida knowing when you are short money? I left Miami at 4:30AM, it isn’t really driving at night because of street lights and city glow all the way out past Weston. Needing more think time, I took some side roads after dawn past Moore Haven. And the park road off Zolfo route 66. Only to have my KIA conk out nine miles from town. I got it started and have a [repair] appointment on Monday. I have to repair it or use the Hyundai. See, it’s Florida.
I limped home in the van and hit the mattress for six hours. Who knows, would it not be nice to find some day soon I don’t need to be doing that so often? I am losing the executor of my estate as well. Just doesn’t want the job any more. I’d say so what, but some time back JZ and I talked about this and he’s pointed to situations, where in combination with other behavior, is the onset of worse to come. I sure as hell hope he’s wrong, I really like this lady.
Here’s a sample of the type of newspaper in Miami that is never even seen on racks much north of there. Pure anti-Trump and constant. How about when Denmark decided they would negotiate, so Trump did not impose the tariff? The liberal press screamed that Trump had “lost” and was “retreating”. It’s the kind of malarkey that makes me go shopping for key lime ingredients, which is what I did.
KIA contacted back saying the van also has two more recalls, so I may be driving the Hyundai a while. I know this type of failsafe backup is expensive, but welcome to the reality of how America is set up. If you don’t cover your arse, they’ll help you out—and send you the bill.
Typical GenX advertising.
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A long chat with the Reb; I will step in again. This, by any standards, is a unique conjuncture of unique lives. My motives, I emphasize, are not musical and have nothing to do with situationships. I repeat, even if, I say if, my heart is repairable, I will thereafter not live long enough afterward to see any return on conventional investments. And no guarantee I would be able to take full enjoyment of it anyway. But that would change if this album takes off, in fact, one of the tracks is already out there and dong well enough.
Another factor easy to overlook is karma. How did I know when I bought this silver so long ago that it was not destined for this circumstance? It is outlandish thinking, but I also know people who can only dream of playing such a direct hand in their own destinies. The upside is a remaining few years of old age where I owe the world considerably less than the nothing I owe it now, and would carry an extra-legitimate reason not to give anybody a damn. It’s quick lesson time.
When people speak of calculated risk, what is the calculation? You wouldn’t expect me to believe they actually sit down and scribble out the arithmetic odds. I find in reality, it is a bet against what you might lose. To refresh the concept, there are three ways to lose.
1) you don’t make as much as you’d planned.Of course, I’m referring only to the first two. I repeat my advice to never enter a contract where, if the other guy does not do as promised, you lose money. I have or have had plenty of type 1 which is ever the way I look at savings bonds. Item 2 is what represents the calculation part in my thinking. It involves ignoring opportunity costs (the best foregone alternative) and investing only what you can afford to lose. I can lose the silver money without breaking a sweat.
2) you break even.
3) you spend years repaying debt.
That’s harsh and that condition did not arise by itself. I had that silver when I survived 2010 and when I spent my last dollar on this cabin. It represents a chance that never arose, a chance to defeat a world that tried to reduce me to a life of unskilled labor. A world that never really gave me a real break, but if I dare speak up, the jerkfaces will take issue. To those who fantasize that living in America is itself a break, go count the homeless. Because that is exactly where I began and why I do not know any homeless people today.
Except, like, the hillbilly. But he’s at home, technically, in Frostproof for the next 24 years. I didn’t say that. Let me fast-forward to breakfast tomorrow. This is a nice picture of corn chex, coffee, and $3,500 in silver.
To everyone in the universe who ever helped serve me this happy meal, here is your last chance to reach in and grab your share. Going once . . . .
ADDENDUM
Will silver hit $100? I say yes, for that matter, when the Hunt brothers drove it to $48 back when, that’s like $160 today. There’s a good chance of simply buying by people who did not buy now jumping on the current bandwagon. I will sell in layered and planned stages and get out before the inevitable crash. Since production can’t be ramped up, the foolish people must be buying certificates. That’s a figure of speech, the silver mines. There isn’t really such a thing because silver rarely exists in veins. It is a byproduct of copper mining where it is considered, metallurgically, an impurity.
