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Saturday was spent entering the details of the trading year into a stockmarket program. It's pretty useless for most things, but it does present some solid reports which I can give to the accountant. All told, I made a small profit when considering the portfolio as a whole, and on my trades I made just enough profit to avoid having to pay capital gains tax. Kerri had a fine time picking stocks to soak up the money we got from selling Leighton. Don't like having it sitting around in our bank account, but picking the right time to buy might take a few days of close watching the market. Bluesteel and Crane are the best picks. Going on market depth, Crane looks pretty stable, but there's something screwy going on with Bluesteel - looks like some newsletter has given a SELL recommendation, because there's a whole bunch of small parcels sitting just above the last trade price. Have to keep an eye on this.
I've yet to finalise my accounts for bookselling, but I doubt there's much in the way of profit there, going by the quarterly figures. Unless the Aussie dollar drops dramatically, I'm not going to get rich selling second-hand books.
Interesting to see that Bill Bryson (and Tony Hawks) made up five entries in the top 29 Bookcrossing non-fiction books. Looks like there's a market for entertaining travel stories. Speaking of getting rich. And if there's no wealth in it, it will be fun.
We had a sit down meal on Saturday night. Cleaned off all the homework, art portfolios, textbooks and stuff from the dining table, went down to the shops and bought a nice shiraz and some crusty olive rolls to go with French onion soup and roast lamb. Mmmm.
More soup last night. Split-pea, barley and a few veges all mixed up together to flummox the picky eaters. Cold lamb sandwiches to go with it.
Might make up a casserole today with what's left of the lamb and the glass or so of shiraz remaining. Whack it in the slow cooker and enjoy the smell.
Took the opportunity to go for a walk in the late afternoon. Walked the wrong way around - the setting sun was right in our eyes as we went down Constitution Avenue. Darling daughter dressed up the dog in a top left over from babyhood, and we collected a number of smiles from other walkers - tourists wandering along Anzac Parade inspecting the monuments, mainly - to see a tall man leading a small dog in a pink-striped top. She's Kerri's pick, really - I wouldn't have chosen a small black terrier with attitude problems. I think I'd go for a golden retriever. A dog sure of its place in the world, rather than having dominance battles with the cat.
A lot of speculation in the media as to whether John Howard would make the trip out to Yarralumla to see the Governor-General. Only a day or so remaining to make a 7th August election date. My feeling is that Howard isn't about to call an election he might lose, and Latham is showing signs of losing his appeal the longer the election is delayed. Next opportunity is in October, after the Olympics, but I'm thinking that an early December date is more likely. He can wait until early next year, but I can't see that happening now - with the feeling of a fresh new year, the voters might decide they want a fresh new Prime Minister. Far safer to go with the traditions, the family values, the conservatism of the lead up to Christmas.
Oh well, I enjoy watching and speculating.
I've yet to finalise my accounts for bookselling, but I doubt there's much in the way of profit there, going by the quarterly figures. Unless the Aussie dollar drops dramatically, I'm not going to get rich selling second-hand books.
Interesting to see that Bill Bryson (and Tony Hawks) made up five entries in the top 29 Bookcrossing non-fiction books. Looks like there's a market for entertaining travel stories. Speaking of getting rich. And if there's no wealth in it, it will be fun.
We had a sit down meal on Saturday night. Cleaned off all the homework, art portfolios, textbooks and stuff from the dining table, went down to the shops and bought a nice shiraz and some crusty olive rolls to go with French onion soup and roast lamb. Mmmm.
More soup last night. Split-pea, barley and a few veges all mixed up together to flummox the picky eaters. Cold lamb sandwiches to go with it.
Might make up a casserole today with what's left of the lamb and the glass or so of shiraz remaining. Whack it in the slow cooker and enjoy the smell.
Took the opportunity to go for a walk in the late afternoon. Walked the wrong way around - the setting sun was right in our eyes as we went down Constitution Avenue. Darling daughter dressed up the dog in a top left over from babyhood, and we collected a number of smiles from other walkers - tourists wandering along Anzac Parade inspecting the monuments, mainly - to see a tall man leading a small dog in a pink-striped top. She's Kerri's pick, really - I wouldn't have chosen a small black terrier with attitude problems. I think I'd go for a golden retriever. A dog sure of its place in the world, rather than having dominance battles with the cat.
A lot of speculation in the media as to whether John Howard would make the trip out to Yarralumla to see the Governor-General. Only a day or so remaining to make a 7th August election date. My feeling is that Howard isn't about to call an election he might lose, and Latham is showing signs of losing his appeal the longer the election is delayed. Next opportunity is in October, after the Olympics, but I'm thinking that an early December date is more likely. He can wait until early next year, but I can't see that happening now - with the feeling of a fresh new year, the voters might decide they want a fresh new Prime Minister. Far safer to go with the traditions, the family values, the conservatism of the lead up to Christmas.
Oh well, I enjoy watching and speculating.
