I started searching through emails and blog posts and, and, and, looking for follow-up info on my continuation of The View from the Box with Andy Beal as the spotlight. I got stuck reading old posts and just shaking my head at the insanity and noise and confusion that abounds in a high limit poker room almost 24/7, only dropping off a bit on graveyard unless there’s a major tournament going on.
that I put my tush in the driver’s seat at Tango and started spinning out a bit of noise. There’s a wicked rumor out that my Jeep may be fixed sometime this week. It’s about 6 weeks now and I’m on the verge of LOSING IT! Continue reading
Trumpet vines! Those plants are designed to survive, try digging them out and if you leave any piece of root, they grow out again. You can’t break them off and damage the vine enough to kill it. If they drop a seed pod near anything you want to keep, they grow right into the roots of the plant you want and make it almost impossible to get them out. Continue reading
Obviously that would be me since this is my page and it’s always going to accept my whining and crying — or jubilant shouts of triumph — and some days it may even roll serenely along if I’m just mellowing out and can’t find any sharp corners or screamers to complain about. Yuppers, I have all of those mood swings trapped inside…best not to wake sleeping dogs sometimes.
So far he is a friend but there is no work done on my Jeep. See last post where I whine about being carless. I still am. Friday it will be two weeks since I left Las Vegas and left my rig setting up in the northwest by the old digs. The only good news is that the rebuild kit came in and I had it towed to my Montana friend’s house — Carole — where it’s at least off the street and she will keep an eye on it. Continue reading
The good part of the trip in to Las Vegas on Thursday was spending time with Marie and Gary, mostly Marie because…well…just because, and having lunch with Sylvia Hart after she gave me a ride to the Orleans. Continue reading
Once again it’s been over two weeks since I disturbed the quiet of Table Tango. Of course I need much more than the title of this little mass of mental wanderings…I’m almost a hopeless bag (heavy on the bag) of tricks that lost the last trick a few years ago through a hole in the frayed, torn bottom of the bag. Continue reading
If 2013 was a bad year, shoot the bastard out into space and forget it, build your new year starting now and focus on the way you want it to be. Short and to the point, happy new year to everyone. I’ll be back next year.
Christmas always marks the end of a year and the beginning of something new to me. I leave a lot of stones unturned throughout the year and when Christmas hits and I’ve not even bothered to break a fingernail trying to turn them over, the hell with it.