I didn't know what to make of this book, but anything that describes my almost constant state is worth reading, and so I picked it up, together with "The Writing On the Wall - China and the West in the 21st Century" by Will Hutton and another copy of Paul Theroux's "The Happy Isles of Oceania". I already have a hardcover copy but this one I'll take to "Melbourne" to randomly open up and lose myself in between afternoon naps.
Which is just about now after we came back from a full day in town, starting with a swim in the warm-water pool and a lunch of barramundi and chips and salad at the Batemans Bay Soldiers Club. Of course, we also went to my favourite op-shop whose window display had been a beautifully framed painting of "The Lady of Shalott". From High Street to high brow definitely deserved a photo but that was last week, as today the painting had already gone and was replaced by something tacky.
While in town, I kept an eye on the price of BHP shares. They opened a few cents up, then nosedived by sixty cents which almost stopped me from ordering that second glass of Chardonnay. I had left instructions to sell some at $50.95, only half-expecting that they would go that high after yesterday's close at $50.60. I have just checked and not only did they sell at $50.95, but the rest of my holdings have gone to $51.51 — that's an increase of a whole six dollars since the start of this year!
I know the world has gone mad, but these rapid price swings, all in one day, are quite mad. Not that I mind them as long as the swings are UP!
I think I take a nap now. I've earned it.
