like the wind in Pahrump Nevada.  It’s a wild demon, ripping and shredding everything in its path, and it’s making me a tad bit on the crazy side.  It looks like a hellerly ugly storm is following it across the mountains.

I got up around 7 a.m. to a nifty spring morning with sunshine and just a slight breeze and headed to the great outdoors to start part of my living wall.  I have three Cat’s Claw Vines and two Purple Trumpet Vines that I want to plant in the gray landscape that sits on the back side of my coach – and I got started.  Two holes dug, planning on one of each vine planted alternating the vine varieties down the wall – spacing around seven to eight feet apart – and the intention of planting two this a.m. and the rest this late p.m.  HO-HO-HO…you velly mucha funny Grannie.  You ain’t planting nuttin except dirt in your teeth and eyes if you expect to go out in this and dig.

I’m holed up like a bear in a winter’s den, ready to hibernate and really hoping the wind doesn’t manage to find some projectile and shoot it through one of the windows of my coach.

Of course the wind is amplified in an RV, you get the wonderful rocking motion and the sudden movement lurch when it hits at around 60-70 miles an hour.  If I didn’t have the skirting on the place right now I think I would hitch up and head somewhere else.  I really hate this shit.

This is my first spring in Pahrump and I hope it’s just a spring thing and March is taking everything with it ’til next year.  I need to talk to a few locals and see if it’s an out of the ordinary thing, if it is, OK, if it isn’t, I may be on a road trip this time next year.  Which brings to mind…have you ever noticed how many times you visit someplace new (or move there) and the weather conditions are just totally out of whack for the normal weather – or so the locals tell you.  Why is that?  Is it a way of welcoming you to the neighborhood.  Pee-UUUUU!

It looks like rain is incoming on those clouds rolling over the mountains too.

I spent a bit of time rolling over the complexity of poker and how it mind wraps into everything we do and think, especially after reading Jeremy “Chipsteela” Menard’s latest post.  The microcosm that we are leads us to portray everything that happens around us and to us as being a gigantic view of the world, even though it’s more like the Dr. Seuss story Horton Hears a Who.

Leaving poker behind, the thought of the Whos brought another flood of how small we are individually in the scope of everything going on.  The Whos train of thought also brought back memories of going to Spring Mountain Ranch in 2005 and spending an evening in the open air watching a great musical show.  I can’t believe it’s four years this summer and I haven’t made it back to enjoy the experience again.

It took me a half hour of searching through a back up hard drive to find old pictures – and I had no idea how to set anything on the camera in those days so the shots aren’t as great as they could have been, but here they are, a tribute to the past:

My gracious friends that spent the evening with me: Viv, Greg, Wayne

Some of the people that shared the grass with us, including one little gal that really got into the Super Bubbles I brought and shared with the crowd:

The theatrically spectucular show – damn – these people had amazing voices and it was quite a show!

Spring Mountain Ranch has a tad bit of history attached to it and if you are in Vegas in the summer, it is a must do trip.  You won’t be disappointed.  The mountain takes the sun’s heat off early and all the grass and trees make it very comfortably cool…and on that note, we had to move that night.  We were one of the ‘first there’ groups and had our space staked out and were forced to move down into ‘chair section’ because the place was overflowing with blanket peeps and we were in their way.  Bummer!  It really kind of pissed me off.  I got over it.

And back to the microcosm, I live in this little teensy section of time and space and contain a helluva lot of poker history and a million or so poker hands trapped in the upper regions of my skull and I think my whole life is a movie – playing all the time – and at the end of the day, it’s all useless trivia, important only to me.

G’nite!