I so planned to make it into Vegas this weekend for the blogger gathering – and to play the tournament held at Aria today. It simply wasn’t going to happen after the last 4 weeks of regrouping after the surgery. If they had a hammock in a quiet, dark corner for grannies that need a rest, I would have gone…hee hee.
But, there was no way to make the trip in, hang out with the group of great people, play a tournament that could last until 9 or 10 tonight, and then make the drive home. So…at least I made it last year.
It’s quiet at my house, no little boy noises for the last two months or so, just my dog doing her regular noise when she hears something going by on the street that she wants to go chew up (like another dog or someone walking by), and of course, her buddies that live across the street, the gruesome foursome that can’t wait to hit their fence at high speed, kick up a swirl of dust so big it would shame a cyclone, and bark and yip over anything and everything that might move. Scout loves to race to my fence and greet them with her barking growl and then prance around in circles in the corner of the yard where she runs to to give them hell every day.
My son Dan is here, but he’s quiet as a mouse most of the time. So, it’s kind of like living alone. I miss having Riot come out. I also miss the other little ones that haven’t been out in ages, Kate and Breck.
My Jeep is setting over at sister’s house tonight. Monte is going to try to flush the heater core, and next weekend I guess the part will be in for the power brake adjustment dohickey and he will put that in then. Damn cars! It’s always something.
Me? Still slowly recouping, still afflicted with the draining hematoma, although it seems to be lessening. I’m on countdown for hiking the desert again, just 2 more weeks and I will start a slow session or two and then get back up to speed. Of course not if it keeps raining. We’ve had a delicious, easy rain off and on for the last three days, the kind that soaks into the desert instead of creating those massive flood washes that a heavy, fast rain creates. But walking in the high desert silt when it’s wet is just a no-no.
On another note…
When the World Poker Tour was grabbing all the press it could grab, before it hit everyone in America’s front room on TV once a week, I believed that the show could be a hit…I was there for the press meeting at Bellagio.
The show was a hit for a lot of reasons. Many things have changed in the poker world since then. The WPT is still out there but not nearly as dynamic and attention grabbing as it used to be. (Consider that my opinion).
Here’s a new idea by the creator of the WPT, Steve Lipscomb, and I’m having a very difficult time wrapping my head around how it could be a big hit. Maybe it’s because politics get on my nerves but here’s a brief statement that might get your juices flowing:
“The lawyer-turned-producer/director/entrepreneur, and NorthSouth Productions partner Mark Hickman are in the market and meeting with broadcast and cable networks about Born to Run, a reality competition show that promises to launch candidacies for one Democrat and one Republican in the 2016 Presidential election.
Born to Run, produced by Lipscomb’s Practicrats LLC and NorthSouth Prods. will kick off a search in summer 2015 for two candidates voted on by viewers a la American Idol. Once the candidates have been selected, a team of political powerbrokers will guide them through the New Hampshire primary.”
All I can think is, “Really?”
You be the judge, read the news here.
I’m out for the night…sorry I missed you bloggers!