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9:00
AM EST, Wednesday, December 24, 2008: My daughter came home last
night with 27 ugly viruses on her laptop. Daddy fortunately had kept a clone
of her original disk. Symantec cleaned them out.
L.L. Bean delivered
Winnie's new doggie mattress. The old one was old and lumpy. It took only
10 minutes to put the new mattress inside the old cover. Now Winnie had a
nice new bed, and a choice.

Yes, she chose
the old, lumpy bed.
Susan ordered
a swag for the mantelpiece. I know nothing about swags. But Websters does.
It's a "a suspended wreath, garland, drapery, or the like, fastened up
at or near each end and hanging down in the middle." I was sent to pick
up the swag from the nursery. But it closed at noon and doesn't re-open until
March. Our mantelpiece is now sadly swagless.
Susan ordered
croissants from Williams Sonoma. They come frozen. You pop them into the oven.
In ten minutes you have delicious hot croissants. Unfortunately, Williams
Sonoma forgot the dry ice. The croissant dough melted and went bad. The result
was a gooey, stinky mess. Williams Sonoma asked for proof. Here's Michael
photo.

Our local handyman
brought our four foot Christmas tree. It looks a bit funny in the living room
with the high ceilings. But he assured me it was the last Christmas tree on
planet Earth. He "installed" it and broke Susan's favorite vase.
She now has a new favorite vase.
We're having
an ice storm this morning. The trees will probably freeze up and break the
power lines, putting us out of power for another six days. We only got our
power back on four days ago. I've now ordered a backup generator. But, after
the storm, backup generators are backordered. Once we do get a generator,
there'll never be another ice storm (what with global warming, etc.) and we'll
never need it. Maybe then we can sell it on eBay.
No one in the
family had any money with Madoff and everyone is alive. There has already
been one Madoff suicide.
Everyone is
also healthy and happy to see each other. Today we're wrapping presents, cooking,
gossiping, and playing a little tennis. Last night we watched Lewis Black,
the comedian. We cried laughing.
I pray Christmas
for all of us (that includes all my wonderful readers) will be as uneventful
as ours has been so far.
We had enough
events in 2008 to last us all a lifetime.
Merry Christmas.
Happy Hanukkah. See you next Monday.

This column is about my personal search for the perfect
investment. I don't give investment advice. For that you have to be registered
with regulatory authorities, which I am not. I am a reporter and an investor.
I make my daily column -- Monday through Friday -- freely available for three
reasons: Writing is good for sorting things out in my brain. Second, the column
is research for a book I'm writing called "In Search of the Perfect
Investment." Third, I encourage my readers to send me their ideas,
concerns and experiences. That way we can all learn together. My email address
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