This is finally kind of fun. It took a few days for my new ‘lens’ to start to clear up and look at the world the way I would like, but it’s getting there. The funny part of it is that today I took Scout to the desert for a hike, I had on my glasses, and the big wrap-around shades (bug eyes) and headed out.
Got down the road, almost to the desert and couldn’t believe how blurry my vision was. Shit! Just a bit of frustration was slapping me upside the head when I finally took off the bug-eye glasses and looked at what I had on…my computer glasses. WHEE! I was relieved and also very happy that I could see…goodbye frustration.
Scout and I headed for the desert and mountain that I like to walk to most days when I go out.
Tuesday morning I’ll be leaving the old homestead behind again as I head out about 5:15ish and go through the same process I went through two weeks ago. I get to have the honor of Marie picking me up again and heading to The Martin to, hopefully, meet up with my usual lunch buddettes when I head for Vegas — Carole and Sylvia…and Marie, of course. It will be a long day but well worth it when it’s over and I pull into home.
Oh yeah, and we’ll be having lunch at The Blind Pig. Is that funny or what? One of my favorite readers here left a comment on the last post about that.
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I was looking at poker thingies on the internet last week and ran across the name Larry Krystkowiak. That was fun. I used to deal to him in Montana when he was going to college. He came to The Mirage once when I worked there and came into the poker room to find me. It’s not often that a guy taller than the building walks into the room. Things look like they are going really well for him…this pleases me.
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The Riot hasn’t called me or texted me in almost a week. This is sad. I sent him a text yesterday asking how he was, he responded “Greaaaat” but nothing more. Tonight I called and his phone answered but he said nothing. I could hear a guy in the background, sounded like he was lecturing or something that wasn’t fun and friendly. For over a minute and a half I listened, thought I could hear a ‘sniff’ that might have been Riot more than once. I tried, “Hey buddy, talk to me” “What’s up kiddo?” that sort of thing, no response so I hung up. I sent another text, asking him to call me. Nothing. I called back and it went to voice mail, I left a message. I hate this. I still don’t know where he lives now that they have moved.
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Will Caesars and PokerStars be able to put some muscle into the push for online poker or will Sheldon Adelson and his billions prevail with his funding the freaking politicians that are against it? It still blows my mind that people try to control what’s available for the masses. I hate the fact that anyone would tell me where I can walk, what I can say, and how I can spend my spare time and my money. I wish Adelson would move to the Bermuda Triangle and enjoy a few drinks with umbrellas in them, never to be heard from again.
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OK, my eyes are tired and so is my spark of energy. G’nite.