Monday, January 23, 2006

Right this second; I am trying to win a pot with my favorite hand, K-K, in a $3-6 H game on Party. And yippee! *drum roll* I did. As I write and play, I won’t bore myself, or you, with the details of my play. Back to last week

On Wednesday I played cards with Marie on my right and a youngster named Ray on my left. Wayne arrived and waited to take a seat in the game with Marie and me…we’re all ‘home game’ playing buds so why not try to beat each other’s brains out in a poker game? Wayne got a seat in the game next to us and came over to talk to ‘us chicks’ a couple of times – finally getting a seat in our game on the other side of Ray. Once when a regular player fumbled chips around as if it were their first day, I looked at Ray and said, “It’s his first day with chips.”

He declared, “I didn’t just fall off of the Stupid Tree, you know.”

I gave him another deadpan look and question, “You mean there really is a stupid tree?”

It took off, becoming a joke between us as the night and play progressed.

Wayne came over winner from the other table, he was the only one of the three of us ‘home game’ kids that left winner – but not by much. The game was a rocker…I was a watcher…watching chips roll everywhere except to me. Ray finally racked up and went home. Wayne and I left to find food and Marie said she was going to play one more round…that was what she’d been saying for the last hour or so. Funny coincidence in this game, the same hands that Marie and I held against each other the week before, were repeated this game – I had A-A, she had Q-Q. She gave up after the Flop when a King showed, that was also the same scenario as the hand we were in before. I did have several callers to the River and won a nice pot though.

Thursday night I went in to work about an hour early, jumped in a game, won a few pots, went to the Time Clock for check in and Pete asked me if I wanted to go – yup. I was out the door. I had a three-day weekend coming up as I’m on ‘auto Friday off’ as long as we are quiet and have plenty of dealers.

Friday I spent most of the day waiting for Kevin from SOS Mobile to arrive and fix the damn motor on the jacks on the front of my coach. He arrived late and finished late, after dark. I was determined to get up on Saturday and level out the coach. That was the only thing that went right that day. It was as if Friday 13th arrived on Saturday the 21st. I was quite proud of myself for hitching up the coach, pulling it up onto ‘levelers’ and then unhitching, setting it pretty damn close to level, placing jacks underneath the slides and the hitch to even it out and keep it more stable. *pats self on back* And it’s something I will have to be able to do anyway as I eventually take flight and leave Sin City for journeys into the rest of the country.

Shortly after I finished the level job, I headed for an RV Sales and Service to find a small push in light bulb. My patio light (*laughing*), the light over the door had burned out. It took me three different places to find one little, tiny light bulb…and that’s all he had left was one. Then I was off across town to help some little kid friends with their computers, then to Gordon and Carole’s place to install a fax modem and software on their computer, then a date with my son. If you can call it a date…Darian was going to help me install a hard sewer line from the RV to the park hook up. But first I went to the drive in ATM at a bank.

While waiting for other customers to clear the ATM, I seriously thought about waiting for the outside lane due to the size of the truck, but when the inside lane opened, I changed my mind and went through it. The truck is too high for me to lean out the window and complete my transaction so I now pull all the way through, get out of the truck, and do business. This time, as I pulled forward, I wanted to make sure I pulled past the heavy metal pole that guards the ATM from people either bashing it or trying to rope and drag it off somewhere. I cleared the pole, put the truck in park…or so I thought. I put it in reverse and it backed the open door into the pole, hitting the end where the latch is on the pole. Now I have an ugly little wrinkle right at the door closure and the door is sprung. SICKENING!!!

Then I did meet Darian at Home Depot where we picked up all the items we needed and he got to listen to me ‘damn, hell, shit’ about my truck door. Darian had to stop at his house first and we would meet at the coach in a half hour. Of course if was dark when I arrived home. I jumped out of the truck, up the three steps to the entry, and while leaning almost backwards at the top of the steps (don’t try this at home) reaching up over my head, I attempted to push that little bastard light into it’s socket. It broke and went right into my thumb. BLOOD! Broken glass!

Darian and Chard (nephew) arrived. We started building the hard line sewer pipe. And we were missing one fitting – off to Lowes. We stopped for food, finished putting the ‘line’ together, and I asked them if they would help me take a light bulb from the light under the hitch. Yes. The light bulb went in perfectly for Darian. Then he began trying to put the cover over the light. It was a bitch. He broke the bottom part of the cover. Chad tried to reach up and push the cover up into place (just until it could be replaced); the cover broke into four pieces and gouged a huge chunk of flesh from his thumb. I swear it was the light bulb from hell that did it all.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of running hither and yon, mishaps and distress, I was ready to fall off my feet. SLEEP!

I think I almost have this coach thing down to where I’m more comfortable with the 14 million things one needs to do, check, and think about while living in one. And I even found time to play some Internet poker. Things are looking up!