The Remarkable Fools Letter

The Remarkable Fools Letter

Our first six egger

some thoughts on surprising fortune

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Jim Dalling
Feb 22, 2026
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Yesterday wasn’t much of a day, dear reader.

As one without employment, I’ve had the odd day where I’ve done little but go for a walk and spend some time riding my trainer.

The day seemed to slip away.

I slept late. Lingered. Moped.

I thought that I’d get things done. Something. Anything!

Didn’t happen.

I did pretty much nothing all day long.

That was unexpected.

At around 3:30 I felt that mild panic and regret when it seems like a day has slipped away.

That?

That was to be expected.

Did I watch a hockey game? Or was that the day before?

Maybe it was mountain bike restoration videos. Or maybe drawknife sharpening.

It’s all just blending together - days, videos, memes, like the snowdrifts swallowing up backyards around here.

It was a nice day though.

The sun shone brightly. Temperatures cracked zero and all in all the air was pretty still and windless.

Late in the evening I drove with my daughter to the barn.

She was there to teach.

Me?

I had four hours to kill before driving her the forty five minutes…

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