“They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends
Accumulating dividends
And making enviable names
In science, art and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice,
Keep doing things I think are nice,
And though to good I never come
Inseparable my nose and thumb.”
So...today at 10:30 am, my son Jonathan is going to be calling from New York to help me take the investment action my financial adviser Ron told me to take on June 27th! It will have taken us at least a month to get around to it, and of course we'll no longer be benefiting from the lowering of cost of shares that occurred right after the Brexit vote.
Instead of using our time together during the week days while Jonathan was visiting earlier this month to go online at Charles Schwartz, we spent it looking at Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamiltome and listening to each song.
Today I'd rather respond to Jenny's letter about her friend from Peace Corps Thailand days, Bill Harless, who isn't getting the help he needs for a medical problem he got while serving in the PC, and look up things like the fir tree inside Artyom Sidorkin's lung, how to talk about Wobble to Death and Donald Trump's "It's their fault" in French, figure out the age range of Millennials and learn the terms for those after the Baby Boom, Create a new document for vegan Kahlua trifle, list photos, find out where I am in print in Purity as I listen on Audible, contact Louise, Abdul, Lia, and Ellen about the book launch for David Hathwell, send the vegan group the articles on Barcelona and Tulin, and write to Amanada Gold about a vegan emphasis at cooking schools.