High atop the front steps of Federal Hall, where he was first inaugurated, stands a statue of George Washington. He looks down on Wall Street and across it upon the New York Stock Exchange. This is the financial center of the world. This morning, we headed out to West County to visit our broker and our own little financial center. Afterwards for lunch, we dined out at Yen Ching. At the end, we got fortune cookies. Mine said, “An important discussion involving you will take place today.” This seemed more like post-diction than prediction. Anne’s said, “Your luck will soon be at a high point.” To which she quipped that it is all downhill from here. Our diagnostic meeting confirmed that our finances are in order and as far as retirement goes, everything is going according to plan, but as they say, past performance is not indicative of future results. Continued vigilance is required, but at least we are on the right path for now.
They brought in a ringer from Boston. I hear he’s wicked smaht! And they then went on to win the whole tournament. Dan and Dave cleaned up at the Carcosa Club in tony Williamsburg yesterday, playing Warhammer 40K. The boyz were planning this rendezvous over Thanksgiving. I’m glad everything turned out so well for them. 40k is a fun game to play, but it’s even more acceptable to win!
Closer to home, what ya got cooking? For breakfast, my go to dish—avocado toast was augmented this week, by an early seasonal present from Monsieur C. Like an X-Man, he put the X-mas back into Christmas with some of his tasty, homemade, smoked and oven-roasted San Marzano tomatoes. They were served as a side, like bacon, only they’re better for you.
For dinner, I crock-potted some beef stew. Which we’ll be having it for dinner all week-long. This will clear the boards nicely for my annual foray into cookie making for Smokin’ Joe’s holiday cookie party. Last year, I mimicked Mr. C’s gift and made visions of sugar plums dance in their heads. C had included a recipe for them and they turned out quite nicely, if I do say so myself. I could reprise them or the filo fruit cups that were featured earlier this week, but I’m thinking that I’ll make gingerbread men, with emoji expressions instead.
With Christmas bearing down on us and then winter’s icy grip to contend with, what better time is there to begin planning next summer’s vacation then now? A preliminary survey indicates that a couple of weeks ago would have been even better. Prime national park campsites fill up six months in advance and we’re already behind schedule. Like we have for the past two summers, our plan is to head west again, with the goal of making it all the way to the coast this time.
One decision that has held up our planning is the question of whether it is better to fly-drive or just drive. We decided on the latter. We will be able to reprise some of the highlights from our previous two trips, but more importantly, we’ll be able to bring all of our gear. I’ve become rather enamored with glamping. This will mean flogging the Prius one more time, but I think that it is up to it.
Tentatively, our plan is to head west on I-70, passing through Denver and Vegas. Hit the coast at Monterey and then hug it as we head north to Seattle. We’ll return via I-90, but one of the many things still up in the air is whether we should then return home or go directly to the cabin, which would cut out quite a few miles. There is a lot of planning yet to be done and based upon on my Internet searches much of it still needs to be done soon.