Markets End a Wild Day Down About 4%

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Third phase folk pay attention to the stock market, at least those of us lucky enough to have investments. I spent a bit of time 15 years or so ago trying to get up to speed on investing. Bio-tech stocks seemed real attractive to me. After a year or so I realized investing was not my thing. A real stunner, that, since I had only a few years before resigned as the development minister for Unity Church in St. Paul, one of the dumber career moves I’d ever made.

Kate and I have learned to manage money, not easily, not without pain, but we’ve got it now. What buddy Scott Simpson does, manage money for others, is a high-dive act, a constant immersion in a chaotic realm. Being able to do it consistently and for others means he’s mastered a very complex and often cruel domain.

On days like today, when markets shake like the San Andreas getting ready for the big one, those of us retired and depending on our investments for a certain portion of our monthly living expenses can over react. Markets correct when they go down at least 10%, and they enter bear market territory when they hit 20%, off a previous high.

Market corrections, on average, last about two months. In other words, sell now and you sell low. If you go into cash, you then have to decide when to buy back in. Most people wait till the market ticks up again, often resulting in buying high after having just sold low. Some people’s portfolios never recover. That happened to many, including friends of mine, in 2008.

So. Take a deep breath. Do nothing. Wait. Often difficult, but the wisest course of action now.

 

The Eyrie

Lughnasa                                                                           Labor Day Moon

Shadow Mountain homestead still under construction. Jon added the shelving unit on Saturday that will hold my tea, teaware, coffee and water heating appliances. That will make the winter a more civilized moment up here in what Kate calls Charlie’s Eyrie. A second story loft at 8,800 feet. An eyrie.

 

We added a new gas stove to our kitchen yesterday. Kate’s adventure with thumb surgery will find me happily back at the grocery store and cooking. But, I really don’t like electric stoves. The kitchen will get a complete makeover, but the stove we needed now.

That generator, the project that will not die, will get leveled and stabilized and wired on September 1st. Alpha Electric will install a ceiling fan in our bedroom on the same day. The gas will get attached, an inspector will come, then we’ll be ready for what happened a couple of weeks ago. In the same process we’ll get an estimate on redoing Kate’s bathroom with a walk-in shower. Safer over time. Skylights need repair, too.

The house, even after all this, will still be missing its soul, our art. The walls are bare, waiting a good feel for where we want paintings, sculpture, travel mementos, photographs. Until the art is hung, the house will not feel fully like home.

 

That will leave the external sprinkler system, probably next spring, whatever kind of cover Jon can create for the gap between the house and the garage (too much snow and uneven icy, ground in winter) and garden/bee works. Jon has an idea for the house/garage gap that may include a greenhouse, which would solve the garden works.

My original vision was fully moved in in two years. I still think that’s about the right length of time. We may make 18 months.

This process is, by turns, frustrating and exhilarating. The frustration is dealing with trades people and their shifting schedules, plus the difficulty of accurately assessing their work, both what needs doing and how well it’s been done. The exhilaration is finishing projects, bringing the whole closer to our vision of home. Time and money.