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Category Archives: Dear Diary
Soon a new link will be posted here pointing to the new home of Table Tango. Life moves on and so does Tango. Get ready for the dance when it moves.
I found out on Thursday when I had a follow-up for a report on blood tests and a few other reasons to visit my GP that I’m a walking candidate for heart problems. Yes, me and myself did know that … Continue reading
On Tuesday it’s two weeks since I had the left eye cataract surgery done. It was different from the first surgery. I have no idea why. Right after the surgery I had a horrible ache in the middle of the … Continue reading
This is finally kind of fun. It took a few days for my new ‘lens’ to start to clear up and look at the world the way I would like, but it’s getting there. The funny part of it is … Continue reading
But I can see better than I did. Right now I’m at the 4-times a day, three different eye drops stage. The surgery was pretty fast, getting ready for it was like getting ready for a major surgery though.
That’s how I’m looking at it. Pun intended. I will crawl out at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. so I can hit the road for Vegas by 5:15 a.m. Hoping that I don’t have to wait for hours for … Continue reading
back to the blog. I seem to be stuck in a never-ending cycle of doctoring. I’m off to Las Vegas tomorrow to see my gynecologist as a follow-up after the early November surgery. He’s not the surgeon, just going back … Continue reading
I got a ping on Facebook today from a dealer friend that still works at Bellagio telling me that Andy Beal was back – he played Todd Brunson heads-up, each buying in for $5,000,000. There’s a report up on PokerNews.com … Continue reading
My last post was ‘The Writing on the Wall’ and the title was wrapped around the fact that I had a premonition of bad news. I believe in those feelings, I’ve experienced more than my share during my life and … Continue reading
That saying always conjures up feelings of impending doom. Lately there’s a wrinkle somewhere in the back of my thoughts that predicts the writing on the wall. I don’t know what the wrinkle is, things simply don’t feel right.