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The Word Is “Decumulation”

Pulling writing papers out of the milk crate. I hope to be able to get rid of the crate.

This week I’ve back in the saddle, working in The Dungeon every day. Except this week I decided to do something different. I have only one chapter left to write in the Bible study I’m writing. And that’s the last of eight volumes in the Bible study series, only one volume of which I’ve so far published. I figure four more days of writing on this project.

But that is laid aside now, along with my normal stock trading activities, in favor or decumulation work. Yes, I finally figured out that’s the correct word to use for the process of getting rid of stuff. I’ve been using the word “dis-accumulation,” and all my spellcheckers have balked at its use. I don’t remember where I found the right word, but I was glad to do so.

I sold this box of books within a day of listing it. I wish all my books would sell that quickly.

We need to get out of our big house, into something smaller, hopefully closer to one of our kids. But that requires a lot of decumulation. We’ve been working on that, but perhaps somewhat half-heartedly. For the last six or so years we’ve been saying we’ll decumulate so that we can move in two years. But that two years keeps slipping.

Well, after being gone to Massachusetts last week to visit our son and his husband, I decided to make a more serious effort at decumulation. Saturday, I got another 35 books listed for sale on Facebook Marketplace. Twenty of those were in two boxes of 10 each for one price. I sold those this week, though haven’t yet got them in the customer’s hands.

A pile of papers here, a pile there. I’ll slowly whittle them down over the next few weeks.

Monday, I decided to tackle the many papers in the house. I’ve done much of this over the last few years. These papers fall in three categories: stock trading, genealogy, and writing. I’ve already discarded most of my stock trading learning courses. I scanned and digitized a lot of genealogy papers, but was holding back a few key 3-ring binders. Well, beginning on Monday I started scanning, digitizing, and discarding those papers. I figure I’m averaging close to 200 sheets of paper a day. I’m down now to about four notebooks, which I think I’ll get through two by Saturday, and the other wo next week.

Tuesday evening, I pulled from my closet the milk crate I’ve used to storing drafts of most of my early writings. This saving of drafts/edits/research papers is what an experienced writer suggested in a conference I attended many years ago. He’s a successful novelist—no telling how many boxes of papers he has in his basement. He might not be thinking about downsizing. Or if he does, he’s famous enough to donate his writing papers to his alma mater and they’d be happy to receive them. I don’t have that status.

So all his week, I’ve gone down to The Dungeon, and spent time at my scanner. Scan something. Got back to my computer, pull up the scanned file, and save it to an organized place on my computer. With my genealogy papers, I had to first create some folders and move old scans from temporary places to the new place. But that didn’t slow me down much.

I take a break at noon to do some reading and have kept evenings clear. I feel good about what I’ve done so far. Perhaps in a week I’ll be able to report significant progress at decumulation.

My Recent Absense

A strange thing going on in the brain is the best way I can describe a seizure.

My normal posting schedule is Monday and Friday. For a number of years I’ve stuck to that schedule, missing once in a while, throwing in an extra post here and there. Sometimes I’ve had to schedule a post when I knew I would be gone. When I had my heart surgery Monday Sept 30, I wrote a number of posts ahead of time and scheduled them to go live at the right time.

I had a health issue that interrupted that. Dec 22, Sunday before Christmas, Lynda woke at 5 a.m. to find me in the midst of a seizure. I was thrashing around in bed, unaware of what I was doing. Then I would go still, my eyes open but I wasn’t awake. She could tell something was seriously wrong with me and called 9-1-1. The paramedics came fairly quickly, I’m told, took my blood sugar and saw that wasn’t the problem, loaded me in the rescue squad and transported me.

I started to in the vehicle. I realized I was in a moving vehicle and asked what was going on. The man said I had a seizure and they were taking me to the hospital. I then went back to “sleep”, coming to one or twice more during the trip, and going fully awake as they transferred me to a hospital bed at Mercy Hospital in Rogers, Arkansas. I was able to answer all their questions as to who I was, what day it was, etc.

Lynda got there shortly before 8 a.m., having prepared for me having an extended stay, but by then the seizure was over and they released me. I was home by 9 a.m. and attended Sunday School class and church on-line. It was as if nothing had happened, except my speech, which had been improving since being adversely affected in my Sept 3 stroke was a little worse. All that day, I sat quietly, reading or watching TV.

On Monday Dec 23 we were supposed to fly to Boston and be with our son in Worcester, MA over Christmas. That obviously couldn’t happen. I delayed the flights a week, failed to properly delay our hotel reservations. My doctor wanted to see me on Monday the 23rd. She said the seizure was likely caused by weakness in that part of the brain affected by the stroke. She said I wasn’t allowed to drive in Arkansas for one year after the seizure.

So now it’s Jan 7. I haven’t resumed writing yet. Maybe in my next post, on Friday, I’ll tell you what’s keeping me busy and when I’ll resume writing. Meanwhile, I’m okay. No repetition of seizure symptoms, feeling good, alert, chafing at not being allowed to drive. I’ll keep everyone posted about how I’m doing.

Tired of E-mails From Financial Gurus

Dateline 19 Dec 2024. I’m writing this early and scheduling it to post on a day when I won’t be available for posting.

Every now and then we have subscribed to a stock trading service, trying to improve our financial management and our financial outlook for our retirement years. Rarely have these services done anything valuable for us. Most of the time we’ve broken even or done a little better than the cost of the service.

It used to be that people would contact us and offer stock trading tips for $4995 per year, or just $5995 lifetime. Slowly, those numbers came down to $1995 and $2995. Eventually, we started getting pitched newsletters for a few hundred per year. The last time I checked, most of the newsletters were down to $49.99 per year, almost cheap enough to take a risk.

These offers come via e-mails. No doubt the stock trading services we once were with sold out email address to other services, who sold to others. These guys are great at collecting e-mails, but do they really know any more than I do about stock trading?

How many of these gurus are out there. I just went through my email trash folder, and these are the “services” I found in it , all from e-mails deleted from Dec 1 to Dec 19.

  • Prime Trading Alert
  • Long Live American
  • Market Commandos
  • Market Trend Alert
  • Proud for Profits
  • Wave Traders
  • Global Income Experts
  • Peak Hours News
  • Bald Eagle Traders
  • Safe Investing Daily
  • Daily Gold Index
  • Capitalists Today
  • Profit Tools Journal
  • Strategic Finance Hints
  • Market Guru Digest
  • Groovy Trades
  • Easy Budget Goal
  • Fresh Market Data

C’mon, people. There really can’t be that many experts in stock trading. They may be experts in newsletter writing, but they make money off those newsletters and the occasional sucker who buy in for $2995 lifetime.

I unsubscribe to all of these, and they all disappear. But new ones are always there to take their place. The cheapness of transmitting e-mails makes it easy for them to do. The fact that I never asked them to send me an e-mail seems of no importance to them.

End rant.

More On The Bounty Trilogy: It’s A Lie

1790 depiction of the Bounty’s launch being cast off with Bligh and those loyal to him.

As I said in my last post, I really enjoyed reading The Bounty Trilogy, especially reading it as I did, switching between the three volumes to get the story chronologically. I liked the way the story in Volume 1, Mutiny On The Bounty, agreed with my memories of seeing the 1962 movie and the comic book (graphic novel) I had. That book followed the story of Roger Byam, an upper class Brit who shipped on the Bounty for the purpose of putting together a grammar/dictionary of the Tahitian language.

Byam took no part in the mutiny, but did not leave the ship with Captain Bligh due to the Bounty‘s launch being overloaded. He was one of a dozen or so non-mutineers who went back to Tahiti on the ship and were left there when the Bounty sailed on in search of a hiding place. Byam and the others were captured a couple of years later when the Brits sent a ship to hunt down the mutineers. He faced a court martial and was found guilty, in part due to a certain sailor’s absence, a sailor who had witnessed a conversation that worked against his defense. That witnessed finally arrived back in Britain, testified on Byam’s behalf, and the conviction was reversed.

I enjoyed the book so much I wanted to read more. I went first to Wikipedia and read there, but I still wanted more. One problem with the Wikipedia article is that Byam was not listed as being part of the ship’s crew. I searched some more and found several items at JStor, a site I’ve registered at to have access to scholarly articles. The first article I read was “Nordhoff and Hall’s Mutiny on the Bounty: A Piece of Colonial Historical Fiction”. Charles Nordhoff
and James Norman Hall wrote The Bounty Trilogy. The article was written by Sylvie Largeaud-Ortega, of the University of French Polynesia. It’s not really an article, but rather a chapter in a 2018 book titled The Bounty from the Beach: Cross-Cultural and Cross-Disciplinary Essays. Here’s what I learned from reading that:

It’s all a lie! The one book Mutiny on the Bounty can barely be considered historical fiction, and it certainly isn’t history. The point-of-view character, Byam, is fictional. No such man shipped on the Bounty, there was no linguistic mission on the voyage. The book, alleged to have been taken from Byam’s recollection, had no such recollection to draw from.

Oh, I am so angry about this! Ms Largeaud-Ortega has destroyed, for me, a 60 year-old memory and ruined a recent pleasurable read. I’ll have more to say about her article/chapter in my next post.

I suppose I should have known that it’s likely that a novel, and a movie made from the novel, might not be faithful to history, but in my interaction with Bounty dramatization it never occurred. And now I’m disappointed.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed reading the book and I’m not sorry I devoted the time to it. The movie was good. The old graphic novel was good. But, man, I sure was taken in thinking it was history.

Book Review: The Bounty Trilogy

I’m really glad I found this on the shelf of legacy books of my family.

Many years ago I saw the 1962 movie Mutiny on the Bounty, starring Marlon Brando and Trevor Howard. Young as I was at the time, I thought it was a great movie. I remember that I also had a comic book (a graphic novel?) of the Bounty story. But it followed a different story with a different end. I have good memories of both the movie and the comic book, remembering details of what the characters did and what happened to them.

On our living room bookshelf was a book The Bounty Trilogy, containing three novels in one book. I knew it had to be about the Bounty adventure, but didn’t know what it contained. Once I started listing our legacy books for sale, I saw The Bounty Trilogy on the shelf, listed it on Facebook Marketplace, and wished I could read it before it sold. I finished whatever book I was reading sometime last month, and decided, “Why not start it?” At an advertised price of $20, I figured it might not sell quickly. if I could read 10 pages a day, it would take me over two months to finish. I took the book from the sale shelf and started, not being sure whether I hoped it sold or didn’t.

I suppose I’m a sucker for sea exploration stories.

The three novels are

  • Mutiny on the Bounty, covering the Bounty‘s sail from England, landing at Tahiti, start of the return trip, the mutiny, the lives of some of the men who went back to Tahiti, including the capture of some and their court martial in England. It is told from the point of view of Roger Byam, an educated man who sailed for the purpose of putting together a grammar and dictionary of the Tahitian language. This is the POV that was in my graphic novel so many years ago.
  • Men Against the Sea, telling the story of those sailors loyal to Captain Bligh that were put in the Bounty‘s launch to fend for themselves. Rather than land at some nearby island that was inhabited by people hostile to European boats, Blight sailed the open boat 3,600 miles to the island of Timor, where he knew there was a European colony.
  • Pitcairn’s Island. This is where a large number of the mutineers, including Fletcher Christian (2nd in command who led the mutiny), landed to hide out. The island was mis-charted on all British maps. It was almost 20 years before an American boat found them, and another six years before a British ship. By that time all but one of mutineers had died at the hands of others.
5-Stars for this sea story. Multiple points of view were not hard to follow.

The mutiny took place on pages 98-112 of the book. I reached that point after about eight days of reading. The cast of characters split into two points of view: the mutineers and a few loyal men sailing east in the Bounty’s launch sailing west. I decided to read the two POVs simultaneously. That was easy enough, as the open launch reached Timor a couple months, and the Bounty’s contingent reached Tahiti in a similar time frame. It was only a month before those people split up, some remaining on Tahiti and taking their chance that no British ship would visit there soon, and some sailing in the Bounty in search of an isolated place to hide. At that point, I began reading in three places in the volume. That got somewhat complicated, but I think I was able to keep the three POVs straight and chronological.

The book included a few color plates.

The book was exceedingly well written. Maybe I’m a sucker for sea exploration, but I devoured this book, finishing it in less than a month. I found the story of Byam’s life faithful to the comic book. Every detail I remembered from all those years ago were in the first book, do that pleased me. Except they talked a lot more about Byam’s dictionary and grammar than I remembered.

One sad part of the book was the death of Byam’s mother, perhaps brought on by an ugly letter Bligh wrote her. She died while Byam was enroute to England to face a court martial.

Toward the end, I was reading at the rate of 50 pages a day. It’s been a long time since I’ve found a book interesting enough to devote this much time to reading. I give the book 5-stars. But is it a keeper? Alas, no. I’ll keep it listed for sale. I hope it goes to someone who really wants to read it.

But, having said all of this, look for my next post, which is a follow-up to this, telling more that I’ve learned.

Weary Work

Into he trash went my engineering seals, lead sharpener for engineering drawing work, and service anniversary pins.

The main work I’m doing now—work at home that is, but not including my writing and stock trading work—is shedding possessions in anticipation of future downsizing. It’s wearying work. Not so much physically wearying, but mentally so. For a couple of months we’ve been pulling books from the basement and listing them for sale on Facebook Marketplace. We’ve sold a fair number, though have many more to go.

We have cleared out a fair number of things. We donated 400 children’s books to a church function. With our son’s and daughter’s help, on separate trips here, we took at least three loads of donation stuff to Goodwill. That included some odd pieces of furniture.

Some day I’ll have to actually read this old probate document and see how it fits in with family history.

One thing I was doing, but which was delayed by my hospitalizations and recuperation, was scanning my genealogy papers, saving them electronically in a retrievable manner, and getting rid of the paper files. This week I got back to that project, and over three days got rid of around 50 sheets. Some of those sheets were probate records from Massachusetts in the 1600s and 1700s that I had my son research years ago. The sheets are difficult to read, and I don’t really remember how some of the people fit into our family tree. I’ll have to transcribe the probate documents and figure out exactly who the people are (ancestors or relatives). That’s something I can do from the electronic files better than the paper files, because I can enlarge the e-docs and read them easier. But when will I ever take the time to do this additional step?

You know dis-accumulation cuts deeply if I’m getting rid of Carlyle books.

Another thing that we did in the storeroom was pull out our daughter’s old bedroom set, unused for at least 10 years, and little used for 20 years before that. We snapped some photos and I listed it for sale. Only one person showing interest so far.

With the bedroom set pulled out and on display, this allowed me to reorganize stuff. I moved an old entertainment center and restacked stuff around it. That allowed me to see what stuff we have, and gave me an idea of what we can get rid of soon with the greatest reduction in volume. Those would be the old VHS tapes.

Some of the things I’m going through are cutting deep. In a box of things I brought home from the office, I found my professional engineer seals. It took me a few minutes to make the decision to put them in the trash. The seals meant a lot to me when I was a practicing engineer, but that ended close to four years ago (retirement followed by two years on retainer. I also found a large roll of discarded engineering drawings that I salvaged with the intent of using the backs to draw big genealogy charts. But I now know that’s not going to happen, so the paper roll is moved to recycling staging. Last week I tossed twenty-five years of continuing education certificates and a couple of stacks of my old business cards. Next will be my many organization membership and annual licensing cards.

One big space keeper is my old stamp collection. After years of storing it in the storeroom, I’ve decided to get rid of it. I don’t know if it has any value these days. Does anyone still collect stamps? Are dealers out there and are they buying? Or is it possible to find a private collector?  So much work to do.

Downsizing, which requires dis-accumulation, has become more important now that I’ve had health issues. My recovery from heart surgery is going well (including three days a week in cardio-rehab), recovery from my last stroke less so. But clearly my health is not what it was a year ago. We’ve got to cut deeply into our possessions, got to. We are leaner than we were a year ago, and significantly leaner than we were four years ago. But we have much much more to do.

All this is quite wearying. Dealing with the genealogy papers is more wearying than anything. Each piece of paper I toss in the recycling basket feels like I’ve parted with something I should keep, something that someone among my descendants may want or benefit from someday. Ah, well, in the future the Internet will contain so many records and resources that my paltry files may have no value.

Tonight, after dealing with books for about an hour, I pulled two genealogy notebooks off the closet shelf and went through them. They were mostly forms for copying information on. I kept two of each kind of sheet and discarded the rest. I did keep any lined sheets without writing on the front or back (maybe 20 of them), as who knows what I could use them for someday.

Christmas Memories: Christmas Music

A mix of sacred and secular on this old album. Well, it’s not really old to me.

I can see and hear it. It’s been more than 50 years since the turntable in our house on Cottage Street, next to the hallway by the secretary. It would be sometime after Thanksgiving when the Christmas records would be brought out and played. One I remember well was the Arthur Godfrey Christmas album. I shall have to find it on line and listen to it at some point this Christmas season. There’s only one song on that album that I remember specifically: Mele Kalikimaka. It’s worth listening to, should you not have heard it before.

We had a few other Christmas records as well, almost all of them secular. Gene Autry singing “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” and “Here Comes Santa Claus”. Another singing “Santa Claus is Coming To Town”. We were a nominally Christian family, attending church every week, but making sure that didn’t really slop over into our lives between Sundays and other days of obligation.

I vaguely remember new Christmas songs being introduced. I remember when one year (1962) “Do You Hear What I Hear” was a new record. We bought it the next year, the Bing Crosby release, and played it over and over. But it was a new song, and took me a long time to warm up to it.

We listened to sacred Christmas hymns too, but over the radio. And each of the albums we had were probably a mix of secular and sacred songs.

Strange, looking back over a long chain of years, with my life being centered around the sacred for so long, to remember the secular Christmas music so well and so fondly. I wonder, though, if I’ve made a post about this in years past. If so, I’m sorry for the repetition.

For previous Christmas-themed posts, check out this link.

SoTired

I’ve had trouble sleeping the last two nights. It’s now Thursday evening. Today I drove to Fayetteville AR for a CT scan of my head. This was to follow up on my Sept 3 stroke. I wasn’t expecting good news from this, as I’ve struggled against continuing impairments to speech and left hand fine movement (giving me problems with handwriting and typing,

From the 1;30 p.m. CT scan, which ended early since I got there early, I rushed back to Bella Vista to attend the bi-monthly meeting of the Scribblers & Scribes writers critique group. As I was walking out of the Bella Vista Library at the end of our meeting, I was a little dizzy; nothing major, but a little more sustained than, say, from standing after a long time sitting. I got to the car and sat a while until the dizziness passed, which it did after a minute or two.

From there I went to a nearby grocery store for a couple of things. Pulling into the parking space, I tapped the cart corral with my right front of the car—no damage that I could see. I got through the store okay, bought the couple of items on my list, and drove home. The dizziness did not return.

As I drove into our garage, my cellphone rang. It was the nurse practitioner from the neurology clinic with the results of the scan. The blood clot from September has “resolved” itself—meaning it has disappeared! So that was good news.

Here at home, I’m barely functioning due to tiredness. I had plans to read and write this evening, but there’s no way I can accomplish that. One thing I was going to write was a follow up post for the blog. But that’s not possible tonight.

Maybe tonight will be better for sleep and I’ll be able to finish a chapter in my book tomorrow. Hope so.

 

Book Review: C.S. Lewis and the Bright Shadow of Holiness

This 1999 book is likely of interest only to the staunchest of Lewis students.

In June we made a trip to Lake Jackson, TX to first watch two of our four grandkids and family pets, then to pick up grandson Ezra to spend a week with us. While there, I went through their shed and found books gathering dust. I brought two back with me: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and the Bright Shadow of Holiness by Gerard Reed. I’ve always intended to read The Hobbit, and have put it in my reading pile. I have other Tolkien items to read first. The other I couldn’t resist, being a Lewis fan. It came to the top of the pile in late October, and I finished its 177 pages in about 15 days.

I’m not sure that I got everything out of this book that I hoped to. It was kind of hard to understand the author’s purpose, and so I didn’t think that helped in my understanding.

This won’t be a long review. I’ll return this to my son-in-law on the next trip to Texas. I don’t plan on reading it again. I give it 3-stars. On to my next Lewis read, which will be an attempt at The Allegory of Love.

Happy Thanksgiving

Hi all.

Our daughter’s family was here from Monday until this morning. With our four grandkids here, and me organizing workdays and some recreation, as well as doing a lot of the cooking for our Thanksgiving dinner (on Wednesday), I didn’t get my intended post written.

I’ll be here Monday with a real post.