Wednesday, July 11, 2007
It's 8 am at the home of Dinosaur Trader.
"So, what are you guys up to today?" he asks.
"We have Toddler Yoga at ten," I reply.
"Oh, alright. (Sigh!) I'm going to WORK. See you later."
My two year old daughter and I go downstairs. We have two hours to get out of the house. No problem. We let the quarantined cat out of the bathroom.
"Hey William, did you go in the box? Did you?" I ask. Yes, thankfully, he did.
"Good boy, good boy," I say as I stroke his back. He looks pissed anyway.
Scoop and flush.
We follow William down to the basement and spend the next twenty minutes watching his every move for signs that he might "go". He sniffs around and looks up at us skeptically.
My daughter then announces that she has to "go". We rush upstairs and make it to the potty just in time. "Good job, good job," I say.
Dump and flush.
"That stain in the playroom is still there," DT yells down from the office.
The cat vomit stain from yesterday hasn't faded. I get some wet paper towels, kneel down and blot. Nothing.
I try baby wipes. Blot. Club soda. Blot.
As I am walking through the living room I notice some fresh cat vomit from this morning. "No wonder why we go through so many paper towels," I mutter to myself. Blot.
I make breakfast, play "cash register", pick up a phone call from my mother. We are in the midst of making plans for her birthday when I let out a yelp. I watch as my daughter proudly pees all over the new sofa.
"I gotta call you back mom!" More paper towels.
Blot. Clean Water. Blot. Ammonia Solution. Blot. Dish Detergent Solution. Blot. Clean Water. Blot.
I continue to blot and pray.
DT comes down to get a cup of tea before the market opens.
"I am so tired of cleaning up excrement," I say as I rinse out my daughter's wet clothes.
"You could write about that on my blog tonight." DT says. "I'm not going to trade today anyway. Writing about 'shit' is actually perfect."
He runs up to catch the opening bell and we rush out to yoga class.
Ding Ding. Namaste.
HPT, $1143 on 64 contracts.
Bubs, $508 on 700 shares traded.
Evolution, $336 on 45,700 shares traded.
OBAT, $79 on 1600 shares traded.
Me, no trades
Denarii, -$557 on 3600 shares traded.
Well it was a solid day for the VO and also a pretty decent rebound day for the market in general.
Although, it should be noted that while the market bounced, the volume was lighter than yesterday's above average downside action. If you read the IBD you know they are always repeating the mantra that you want to see rallys in high volume and pullbacks in low volume. However, they also always say that price action comes first.
So, take the bounce for what it is, a pretty good bounce.
Back to the VO. HPT is showing great resilience after a tough defeat not long ago. It's always great to see a trader bounce back nicely after a big loss. I'm hoping to learn something from his strength here. And Bubs had his second strong day in the VO. Bubs, I tell you, go scoping for girls tonight.
Anyway, my daughter just woke from a nap and I picked her up to find that she urinated while sleeping and my shoulder is currently soaked with pee. Keeping with this theme, Mrs. Dinosaur has written a post on excrement which I will be posting this evening in lieu of my daily post (since I didn't trade).
I hope you enjoy it.