This morning, I couldn’t take my dog out for her walk because my ankle ached. I think it was the Dance Dance Revolution I was playing yesterday, though maybe it was the five-mile walk-and-run I did the day before. Whatever the cause, my ankle ached this morning. Now, so does my knee.
A few weeks ago, my father finally closed the deal on his new car shop, and started working the business almost immediately. He called me asking for advice on what type of computer he should buy. He also told me I had to redesign his company Web page. I’m no designer, but the original thing was about as ugly as sin, so I decided to give it a try. I’m not done yet, but whatever I come up with can’t be any worse than what’s already there. As for the computers, I just had him get a couple of Dells. I got a free flat screen monitor out of the deal, to replace the ancient, buzzing, blurry cyclops taking up most of my desk space.
I’ve been looking at different funds in my 401k. As it turns out, almost 80% of my holdings are in foreign companies. I can’t help but wonder whether I should instead reallocate to a more domestic-based portfolio. With the dollar going down the way it has, I wonder whether foreign companies in the American market are losing money because they don’t want to raise their prices in accordance with the dollar’s decline. Likewise, I wonder whether American companies are seeing increased profits due to the weakening dollar: keep the prices the same in Europe and suddenly you have a nicer profit. Of course, the cost of their materials may also be seeing an increase due to the declining dollar, especially if they deal with foreign currencies. On the other hand, foreign companies in the American market may be losing money because they don’t want to raise their prices according to the dollar’s decline. But then, I know next to nothing about manufacturing, so all I can do is chase my own tail. My dog would be proud.
For my birthday, my mother gave me a $100 gift certificate to Amazon.com. Actually, it was supposed to be for Barnes and Noble — she knows how much I love buying books — but I told her that Amazon is both cheaper and may have more stuff I can use. I’ve been looking at a few weight-management tools to use — a pedometer, a heart-rate monitor, a weight scale that measures body fat percentages — and though my brain tells me that this is what I should get, my heart is sitting in the corner, admiring the books. And here I was, thinking it would be the other way around. I remind my heart that we have enough books at home.
As I browse the (blurry) store, I think to myself that this would be easier if she had given me €100 instead, then I could afford everything I want. All of us — me, my heart and my brain — then laugh, knowing that’s not true.
I finally decide to go for the health equipment. I’ve been well on the path of improving my health, though for the moment it seems as if my weight loss has grown stagnant. The magic number seems to be somewhere between 275 and 280. Maybe there’s a mathematical constant somewhere around there, and my body’s trying to tell me what it is. Or maybe I should work out more.
I was thinking about that this morning as I tried to get ready for my run, and as I decided against it. It was raining, and I was in pain. I looked at my dog, about to apologize — as if she could understand — but she didn’t seem all that disappointed. She ran to the bed, jumped on, then laid down and wagged her tail. May be she did understand. Maybe her ankles ached, too.