Back From Sabbatical

The Abandoned Arctic Outpost #13 - full courtesy of The Fool, and managed by the Semi-Silent Monks of the Woeful Countenance - is now, once again, open - such as that may be and evolve.

I find myself returned from a much needed sabbatical from the daily routine of life in general.

The wife and I toured the world a bit, hopping around from place to place in no particular recognizable pattern, for the last 6 months or so in search of the perfect
spot to establish an Expat, Top Secret, never to be discussed hideaway lest the country as a whole goes even more inexplicably wack than it already is. (Wack being, by definition, a matter of personal taste and opinion.) During said time away I only dabbled in the markets - here and there a bit; but only with a cursory curiosity as to the overall well being of the portfolio and to ensure the income side of things was still flowing nicely. Which is to say, the taps were open and flowing, rental property income was rock steady, and other various income streams from a wide array of vague but satisfying investments seemed healthy if not overly robust. I did not go bankrupt nor even suffer to much financial erosion other than the obscene costs of travel these days while carting around the All-To-Lovely and, thankfully only intermittently, her club cronies. In short, my absence made not one dent in anything of tangible value although I think the dog may have missed me - or at least the tasty treats stolen for him from the kitchens. Life goes on.

So what about the Growth portfolio - this being one of the preeminent national investing platforms for investing types such as me? Well…with only the occasional interference and with nothing anyone would term “Myopic Introspection” it has hummed along quite nicely on its own. Just how nicely I will attempt to place into perspective this weekend with my first portfolio review of the year. Overall, we is up just over 6.53% YTD going into the final minutes of the first week of May with very little help - or hindrance (be that as it may), from me.

BDH Investing

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Welcome back Champ it’s good to hear from you.

Have you been looking at TMDX?

Andy

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Hi Champ,

hurry!!! hurry!!! we got our captain back. we all missed you lot. welcome back!!!

let’s catchup old reviews & earning recaps with fun commentary!!!

please post Monthly once at least just say Hi!!! we wonder what happened to you!!!

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Glad to see you, Champ! Hope you enjoyed the tripping around.

Rob

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Welcome back, Champ! Hope your sabbatical was fastastical.

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The Outpost is just not the same without you Sir. Welcome back

OT

« Here is a wonderful little story.

A young cashier told an older woman that she should bring her grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my day.”

The young clerk said, “Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

She gave him a firm stare and a hard grin and said “Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles, and beer bottles. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over. They were recycled.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, which we reused for numerous things. We walked upstairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts – wind and solar power did dry our clothes back in our day. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in every room. The TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded-up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades with a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

Back then, people took a bus and kids rode their bikes instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles in space to find the nearest burger joint.

But the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing.”

The cashier stood there still and quiet as the old lady found her wallet to pay. Then lady turned to leave but stepped back and turned toward the cashier. She said “You have a world of knowledge in that little device in your hand. Pity you just use it to gossip, take pictures, and waste time. It would do you good to search a bit of history before you embarrass yourself like this again. »

PS: Welcome back Champ!

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Hi ClubberV:

Great story. I might steal it, fatten it up a bit more - and use it on the grand kids.

All the Best,
BDH Investing

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