Sleepy Bones and Downsizing at Mountaineer Park
Yesterday was so busy I crashed like a 747 when I got home. Used to be able to gallop 13 head without it taking so much out of me in a morning. Today I got 10 and my even my bones were sleepy.
Maybe it was just that I wasn’t concentrating on so many other things; I mean, I would just come home and nap, then take the bird for a walk, then read or play a computer game or my fiddle, or something. But over the last 5 years that has all changed since I figure if I want to retire from galloping before I get catastrophically injured I have to have something else that’s making money to retire to (because people like me never really retire; if we did our nest eggs wouldn’t last two years).
Chas and I had some discussion about it Wednesday. Since he and I are at opposite ends of the political spectrum, my way of going about things runs counter to his style. At one point I was going to get a certificate to be a Physical Therapy Assistant but changed my mind on account of I already paid 12k for my B.A. so what do I need to spend 15 more for to get a certificate? (That’s what it cost).
Forgive me if I mislabel so many Republicans, but most of my conservative friends outside the track always say “you gotta have a job”, for they are the Party of entrepreneurship as a rule. But Charles believes in having a job as in; you trade your time for money and make so much every week, and They (capital T), take care of you (little y).
Can you tell where I’m goin’ with this? I won’t waste our time; I’ll just say counting on someone else for your security is more and more like gambling every day, and I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna count on me producing whatever I need to produce on my wits and ingenuity alone so I don’t have to have a fixed income and an employer whose employer’s employer says “this sector isn’t producing. Downsize immediately”.
So for the last 5 years or so I have been putting my hands into everything that I think I can enjoy doing to see what takes off. This is very time-consuming and also requires me to maintain a higher level of mental concentration than I’m accustomed to mustering after a hard day beguiling my animals into thinking I might have better ideas than they.
Most of the stuff I am putting together is Internet-based. Someday maybe this BLOG will make me enough dollars to support my website; that’s been up (though not populated or advertised yet) since ’05. Also, hopefully, to put back the roughly 10k that I’ve spent on “tools” and “learning experiences”.
I know, I digress, but this is a hint, like “hint, hint”…. Someday please populate my website and buy stuff that’s advertised in the margins so I can pay my bills, finance my crazy inventions and also do something good for the racing industry, especially retired race horses and disabled jocks. Oh yeah, and not have have moneymoneymoney on my mind 24-7.
And now for the heart of the matter; what I had intended to relate since I began this post.
Oops; looks like I no longer have time to relate that, because I have to get ready for work. I meant to remark about the utterly perpendicular downsizing here at Mountaineer Park. I’ll have to get back to this after I get home today; that is if I don’t have to work for Ed (we’ve got something like 500 St. Croix horseshoes coming in today, maybe. If they do get here, well, I’ll catch up mañana. But anyway -- cuts are flying so fast it feels like we might crash, like a 747, and not just for a 2 hour nap!
Later.
Maybe it was just that I wasn’t concentrating on so many other things; I mean, I would just come home and nap, then take the bird for a walk, then read or play a computer game or my fiddle, or something. But over the last 5 years that has all changed since I figure if I want to retire from galloping before I get catastrophically injured I have to have something else that’s making money to retire to (because people like me never really retire; if we did our nest eggs wouldn’t last two years).
Chas and I had some discussion about it Wednesday. Since he and I are at opposite ends of the political spectrum, my way of going about things runs counter to his style. At one point I was going to get a certificate to be a Physical Therapy Assistant but changed my mind on account of I already paid 12k for my B.A. so what do I need to spend 15 more for to get a certificate? (That’s what it cost).
Forgive me if I mislabel so many Republicans, but most of my conservative friends outside the track always say “you gotta have a job”, for they are the Party of entrepreneurship as a rule. But Charles believes in having a job as in; you trade your time for money and make so much every week, and They (capital T), take care of you (little y).
Can you tell where I’m goin’ with this? I won’t waste our time; I’ll just say counting on someone else for your security is more and more like gambling every day, and I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna count on me producing whatever I need to produce on my wits and ingenuity alone so I don’t have to have a fixed income and an employer whose employer’s employer says “this sector isn’t producing. Downsize immediately”.
So for the last 5 years or so I have been putting my hands into everything that I think I can enjoy doing to see what takes off. This is very time-consuming and also requires me to maintain a higher level of mental concentration than I’m accustomed to mustering after a hard day beguiling my animals into thinking I might have better ideas than they.
Most of the stuff I am putting together is Internet-based. Someday maybe this BLOG will make me enough dollars to support my website; that’s been up (though not populated or advertised yet) since ’05. Also, hopefully, to put back the roughly 10k that I’ve spent on “tools” and “learning experiences”.
I know, I digress, but this is a hint, like “hint, hint”…. Someday please populate my website and buy stuff that’s advertised in the margins so I can pay my bills, finance my crazy inventions and also do something good for the racing industry, especially retired race horses and disabled jocks. Oh yeah, and not have have moneymoneymoney on my mind 24-7.
And now for the heart of the matter; what I had intended to relate since I began this post.
Oops; looks like I no longer have time to relate that, because I have to get ready for work. I meant to remark about the utterly perpendicular downsizing here at Mountaineer Park. I’ll have to get back to this after I get home today; that is if I don’t have to work for Ed (we’ve got something like 500 St. Croix horseshoes coming in today, maybe. If they do get here, well, I’ll catch up mañana. But anyway -- cuts are flying so fast it feels like we might crash, like a 747, and not just for a 2 hour nap!
Later.
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