I opened this page and the first thing that hit my thought was the ‘Move to Trash’ link, right beside the ‘Publish’ button. I guess that’s an option, pretend you posted but just move it to the trash instead.
A fairly new The View from the Box is up. It touches on Sam Grizzle and Wally. Grizzle is one of those sick human beings that ends up making you laugh because of time-lapse exposure to his ridiculous sickness. The only time he’s ever complimentary or smooth talking is when he’s trying to get someone to stake him in a game. I have to go search through Tango for more little adventures with him at the tables — and probably add a few high spots that I haven’t blogged about before. And at some point, get back to the Andy Beal thread. But in the meantime…
The WSOP is a little over half over. The freaks that are so convinced that poker is gambling need to go check out the results rolling in this year. There are so many players that are winning multiple bracelets and previous final table finishers that are right back in the thick of the money payouts and winning more bracelets and more cash, that if poker isn’t a skill based game, how are the same players beating out the fields of hundreds and thousands? In a way, it’s gratifying to see all the time and energy that went into grinding over the years does have a positive result for these players.
On the home front, Sis is heading for Hawaii with her friend Linda that lives in Portland. They leave on Wednesday and will be gone for a week. When she recently made a trip to MT to visit family and pick up some stuff that was still stored up there, MOI had to go over every evening and do some hand-waters on some of her plants. The other half of her team, Monte, isn’t going so I don’t have to this time. WHEE! Hope she has a great time.
I went to The China Wok here in the big city of Pahrump last week with Dan and Riot. Almost as we finished, a guy came up and asked me if I dealt poker. I didn’t recognize him, he’s younger than Dan is, but I said “Yes.”
Come to find out he dealt poker with me at The Mirage a zillion or so years ago. His name is Tom and his dad was my supervisor on swing, Dennis Klenczar. Tom works out here for the Sheriff’s Dept. I believe. I didn’t ask but looked him up on Facebook. Memories…
I got to spend Fathers Day with all of Darian’s kids — obviously my grandkids. Riot has been here for over three weeks now but the other three came out with him for a few hours. Exceptionally nice since their mom and I aren’t communicating so if I’m to see them, it has to be arranged through him. It was fun! The kids are great!
I’ve now changed my hours back to the days of old. We get up anywhere from 2-5 p.m. We go hike the desert at 4:30ish a.m. every morning. Then it’s time to do my own hand-waterings and start gearing down to sleep by about 7:30ish a.m. I’m not a fan of the heat anyway and getting up during daylight hours ‘hurtz my widdle head’ so until fall hits, I think I have the answer.
Kinda wish I was in wine mode again. I like that half-tipsy feeling but for some reason, the thought of drinking wine doesn’t even sound good. I feel much more inclined to sit down and write when I’m on the 3rd or 4th glass. A-h-h-h-h-h…for the good old days.
Gotta run, the desert is waiting in half an hour.