Lughnasa Waxing Honey Extraction Moon
The stock market whips around like a Post Office flag in a dereccho. Our politics flounder like a, well, like a flounder on dry land. The Europe Union has big troubles with its southern extremities testing their dive reflexes. Meanwhile I’m picking developing Colorado beetles off my potatoes. These are gross looking things part way between larvae and bug, no hard carapace just beetle shaped red wiggly surface. Uuucck.
Our money managers called us asking if we wanted to talk about the market. No, I don’t. We pay them to worry about this stuff for us and this is when they earn their money. Either this is an anticipated correction or the beginning of the fiscal end. If it’s the latter, I have my hobo shoes and a bindlestiff ready to go.
No matter the macro wheezing and moaning we go on about our life, cooking supper, pulling weeds, visiting the track. I imagine it’s quite exciting to play on the fields of high finance or national politics, but these days I’ll settle for a ripe tomato, a few frames of honey to extract and a dog next to me on the couch.
