Ah, the life.

One of the guys working for me has been bringing in movie soundtracks to play at the store. I don't know what movies they are -- but I feel like I'm in a theater. Very anthem-ic. Gets lots of raised eyebrows.

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So the hijacker, D.B. Cooper might have pretty much used his own name -- and had a connection to Boeing -- and no one ever saw it before?

The F.B.I sure is on top of things....

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Linda thought she was renewing my New York Times Sunday paper subscription, and instead signed up for The New Yorker. I don't mind -- the cover illustrations and cartoons alone are probably worth it. I remember always looking at the magazine when my parents took it. (It appears to be maybe one third the size of the mag. I remember...)

I'll tell you....reading long magazine articles feels kind of strange nowadays, especially since most of the ones I'm interested in I read online anyway.

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I had one of those eye-opening realizations that make me wonder why I didn't realize it before.

Yes, I was up 10% in sales in July from the previous year, my first up month in 14 months. But ALL that increase (and more) was due to one category, which had an unusual reason for being up that probably won't be duplicated soon.

In other words, it was more or less a false sign. Take that unusual reason out of the equation, and I would have had the usual small drop.

Sigh.

Still, I'm still more profitable today than I've been in 90% of my career -- due just to the store maturation. It took a long time to get here -- years of investment in time and inventory. It's fully stocked in six major categories....

It was painful at the time, but it certainly has panned out.

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I was patting myself on the back for avoiding a 5% drop in the stock market.

If I had waited just one more day, I would have avoided another 5% drop.

Bah.

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I say we just ignore S & P's downgrade. Just pretend there is no such thing as S & P.

What did you say? Who's S & P?

See...it's easy.

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My gardening urge has faded with the heat.

I really don't like the heat.

Later: changed my mind. Spent an hour on the lawn with my cat. It isn't that hot, and I started to get the urge to weed.

Think I'll be doing that for the next couple days -- put my laptop on patio in case I think of anything to write.

Ah, the life.

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