Thursday 01/22/2026
At 11 I had a zoom meeting with my financial advisors. Since oh gosh, 2000? I don’t know when we took them on, anyway long time, they were located in Los Altos, a 15 minute drive. Each spring it would time for our annual review (which Marian hated, she didn’t like all the boring talk about markets and brokers) and we’d go to their nice office just off Foothill Expressway. And I continued that. Last year they got too big and moved to San Jose. So I didn’t feel like driving 40 minutes and asked for a zoom meeting. No problem, Mr. Cortesi we do that all the time.
They are nice people and the numbers are nice, too. They run projections of all sorts and assure me that the Nest Egg will support me to age 100 no problem.
At 4pm I helped Stew run a planning session about future outings. For an audience of about 30 who showed up, Stew and the rest of the Excursions committee showed a variety of possible outings they could set up, and got reactions.
In and around those items I tried hard to get some reading done. I finally finished, well, skimmed my way to the end of, The Embodied Mind, which I do not recommend.
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