It’s crazy isn’t it? How time keeps slipping off into history and almost before you knew it was coming, it’s gone. The 2014 WSOP is almost here and the insanity will hit Las Vegas again for another six weeks or so of intense poker action, bad beats, good draws, with millions of dollars in the air, waiting to be grabbed by those that get to take home a WSOP gold bracelet and those that make it past the bubble.I plan on playing a $10K Freeroll on the WSOP.com – funny part is, if I did get lucky enough to win a seat, I’m not sure I could stand sitting at a poker table as long as it would take to even get close to the money. Believe me, if I won a seat, I’d definitely be there but just the thought of struggling through the hours hurts my brain. There are a couple of other freerolls wrapped around the World Series that I plan on sitting in on. I need to catch lightning in a bottle.
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On the home front, the wind has howled it’s ever-nasty ass off for almost two weeks straight now. Sis had a party planned for last Saturday to hold a late birthday celebration…hers. She loves to have a party and food and people and put it all together in the yard. The wind was a ripper all day Friday. Saturday we woke up to rain. Great start, right? But by the time the people started showing up, it was pretty decent. No rain, just gentle gusts with a blast thrown in for a kicker now and then, and the whole affair was a success.
Today the wind had another one of its disgusting runs through the property…all day long…and finally about 8 p.m. decided it would drift off to hell where it came from. I’m sure it’ll be back tomorrow.
Mr. Riot turned 10 on Sunday. Ain’t that a hoot? The boy will be off to college before I can catch my breath it seems. He reminded me during a phone conversation the other night that I now had to take him shooting and he gets to drive my jeep in the desert. Did I promise all of that? Oh well.
I planted 10 Cross Vines along the back fence last fall. A few years back the neighbors behind Sis had a big metal framed gazebo they no longer wanted…just the frame. I picked it up from them and my son Dan put it together on her property – but in those days I lived over there in the coach. At the party I managed to find a few gents that helped pick it up and move it over the fence to my place, and even set it where I wanted. So…what does this have to do with Cross Vines? In the last few days I dug up the Cross Vines and planted them by the poles of the gazebo. A little chicken wire and those babies should be climbing right up the poles and form a nifty green screen roof for the gazebo. The Cross Vines are supposed to be ever green but who knows if they’ll make it through the winter once they get some growth on them.
All of the Nellie Stevens Hollies I planted (48 of them) are starting to show some growth. Yippee! I have two Chitalpa trees I planted a few years ago and they are getting ready to bloom. Did I mention that I love this time of year? Scratch the wind from ‘love’ of course. I have other trees and vines, including a purple smoke bush, that are starting to look like summer is on the way.
My neighbors’ dogs are making me crazy. The one in the front has four dogs that never stop yipping and acting like crazed lunatics running down a wounded deer when I walk out the front door. The diptards behind me managed to pick up three skinny looking hounds to add to the junk-yard mess of the place. They have a fence around their back step – I have a chain link fence around my place otherwise I’d be at the mercy of anything/everything that wandered in. Those three dogs so far have stayed confined to the fence around their step and do the ‘ba-a-a-a-r-o-o-o-o’ sound, over and over, when they finally quit barking. Of course my Scout runs around like a nut ball barking her ass off when those dogs are out barking. I can at least shut her up by putting her in the house. I haven’t figured out how these people – the ones in front and the ones in back – can stand their frigging dogs barking for hours at a time. I’d kill them.
A follow-up on my last post. I made it to the dentist and left with a temporary crown, heading back in a few weeks for the permanent one. My dentist gave me a break on the cost. I love that man! If you are ever in Las Vegas and need a dentist, go see Dr. Stephen Rose. Then in another month, it’s time to have a root canal done on another tooth. Ugh! I don’t mind the root canal so much, I do mind how expensive dental work is.
Gary and Marie are moving into the Martin in Las Vegas and have sold their two condos. I’m happy for them but sad for me because now I won’t have my own private quarters if I visit Las Vegas for an overnight stay. They are also heading off to Europe in a few days and then flying to Iowa for their annual summer stay. Good for them, sad for me. I miss them already.
I’m out for night…