Bailout woes

It's difficult to watch your portfolio dive like some kamikaze plane -- and the skies are filled with mayday divers, some nearly plunging into the deep void. But, we ought to walk by faith not by sight and today there was a bit of a comeback, and perhaps my plane is now levelling. How the metaphors start to come out after the bailout failure, and political fingers are wagging relentlessly while the real financial hardships for some have turned some to despair. And the pundits are all in the audience shouting I told you so.
There is no better time not to panic. To everything there is a season.

Swift current

Can you believe it? It's end of September, and it's been nine months since I've gone into semi-retirement, expecting to read all the books we've bought in the recent decade (or two). Lucas is now nearly one month at Columbia, slugging through his graduate studies in English Lit.
It was only yesterday that we were strolling down Broadway lugging all the stuff we bought from Bed Bath and Beyond to Luke's apartment where a black ominous cat waited behind locked door ready to stare us down with his (yes, it's a he, because I turned him over to check) hypnotic eye. Maybe I'm just not a cat person, but it's just too mysterious for me.