The New York Stock Exchange traded very well today. Too bad I didn’t make my money in it. Sometimes, that’s just the way it is – the market can display healthy trading numbers but you’re just left out in the cold.
I can’t complain because today’s PnL came out of Orange Juice and because I was sized up, I made good money. I really needed that because I’ve been in a holding pattern the last couple of sessions, so today’s earnings will essentially make up for the last 3 or so sessions. I’m just gonna keep my fingers crossed that I can hit two or more of these types of days in the next 10 sessions. It would go a long way to shoring up this September for me.
I logged out, looked over my trades and threw up the deuces as I powered my desktop off. I had other things planned for today…
One of the relatively local ranchers was asking if someone could do some maintenance cleaning on his horse stables. I’m always one for some hard work having ranching experience and I’ve got the kind of truck that would be needed to haul heavy equipment. To my surprise, he just told me to show up – no heavy equipment needed. I brought along a buddy of mine (what if this farmer was a fruity serial killer that dresses in women’s clothes and wears his victims skin or something) and what we saw surprised the heck out of us.
Turns out this ol’ cowboy hasn’t had a ranch hand in years because he couldn’t turn a profit on his crops and livestock. So he’s been living off of his inheritance for the last 3 decades – yes, 3! His farm buildings haven’t been used in so long that it’s a haven for dust and small animals. But we weren’t there for the barn – fuck that. There could be snakes in there for all I know. We were there for the relatively easier to clean horse stables. My buddy and I were nervous because if his barn was the way it was, then the horseless stables may be even worse.
Well, the good news was the horse stables weren’t as bad as I feared. But they were pretty bad nonetheless.
In the end, after around 5 hours or so of sweeping and shoveling out pine chips, we got the stable floors showing hardwood. I hitched the rancher’s flatdeck on my truck and we hauled the garbage out to the far side of his ranch where everything would just compost.
All in all, it was a good day’s work for someone who’ll try and get the easiest dime he can get. But I didn’t charge the old man the full amount. I just made him give me a little over half and I gave most of it to my buddy. I felt sorry for the rancher. He asked if I could do the barn too but honestly, I don’t feel like having shit fall on me or falling off a loose beam or something like that. I told him it would be in his best interest to demolish it and build a new one. It’s not one of those classic red barns that you see in a country music videos where the girl is singing in a dress and cowboy boots and shit. It’s a crusty ass prefabricated metal shack from the early 60’s with wooden beams creating two levels.
I spent my money on flowers for the wife and a Dairy Queen Blizzard Treat! Felt good eatin’ that while truckin’ home.