It seems that I’ve been there more lately.  Friday I had the honor of picking up the Rioteer and bringing him home with me for a few days.  It was a pleasant surprise but he was demanding and knew everything and his ears are painted on.  They simply do not work.  He’s been this way before and if I didn’t love him so much, I’d be forced to tie him to a chair with a kerchief stuck in his mouth for a half a day just to get him to slow down and SHUT UP!

My son Dan had been in Vegas for the last 10 days or so and he came back out with me too.  He did take Riot out for a romp around the property looking for rabbits or some such nonsense on Saturday which allowed me a moment’s peace and an opportunity to get some work done.  Sunday (today) was an early start as Riot had to go home to momparental and Dan was going back to Vegas too.

Many hours later, I’m home, it’s blissfully quiet.  Yummy!

On the way home from Vegas on Friday we stopped at Cactus Joe’s and Riot and I went in and looked through everything we could find, me trying to keep him from picking up things, him trying to convince me that this was his place and he knew all the pieces there – turtle, lizard, and ant figurines, the wall hangings, all the statues, those were his, they knew him.  I found some broken pottery that I liked and decided I’d come back alone to actually purchase.  That’s what I did today.  It’s almost time for me to start creating my front yard which means wheelbarrows of gravel, walkways, broken pottery to fill with solar lamps and wire plant or hens and chicks or whatever I can find that the wascally wabbits and chipmunks won’t try to eat down to the root.

It’s taken me quite some time to build the plan in my thoughts and I finally have most of it settled.  I still have to lay in one last pvc pipe drip water line that is about 150 feet long.  The good news is it’s in one straight line and Dan dug the trench for me when he was out this time.

The cactus bed I built last year still is awesome looking with a hen and chick plant in the broken bowl of a chimenea.  This gal was settled on the wire plant but when I watered it, she ran to the hen and chicks and sat there, turning her head to watch me as I moved around and snapped some pictures of her.  I never tell Riot when I see one of these because he wants to ‘train them.’  I don’t think his idea of training and mine are quite the same thing.

The WSOP November Nine is moving up fast and I plan on being in Las Vegas for that.  I was on the conference call the other day and didn’t expect to ask any questions but they did manage to get a few words out of me.  It was interesting.  The November Nine is a seriously big show and getting bigger from the sounds of it.  Do I wish I was playing in it instead of watching it?  Damn right!  I don’t know if I’ll ever have the stamina or the will power to sit through all the days it would take to get there, but…

Not one trick or treater tonight…but none last year either.  All this candy and no one to eat it but me.  Just kidding!  I sent most of the big bag home with Dan, I expect to take what I have left over to the new neighbor kids tomorrow.

I’ve been sicker than a damned dog the last three weeks.  Off and on.  Horrible stomach distress and a-g-o-n-e-e.  I even went to my Pahrump Dr. over it.  He seems to think it’s just something I’ll have to learn to live with.  What is this shit?  Why do you have to just give up and learn to live with something?  Why doesn’t it just go away and leave you alone?  It’s your body, you should be able to decide what stays and what goes.  The only good part of the visit was we talked about poker and he was having fun telling me about playing with Michael Craig and Daniel Negreanu at the WSOP this year.

It’s cold at night here in the high desert.  But we still have some really beautiful weather and great sunsets.

On that note, long days mean sleepy grannies.  G’nite.