Either I haven’t been home long enough or I’m just a lousy time manager because I’m still a bit time stressed and have too much to do. I wonder about people that go home from work and ‘kill time’. How? Time doesn’t need to be killed, it spins off relentlessly, taking its toll on everything, and eventually kills us. Continue reading The dull roar →

I pulled into Vegas around 3 p.m. Had things to pick up at the old digs and had to see my buddy Riot. He had a tiz because he couldn’t come to grandmom’s today. I made the new digs by around 6 and managed to get level, unhitched, hooked up, and I’m not even crawling. I think I died a few hours ago. Sure there are gaps that need to be filled in. check back.

I made it to the place that poker originally happened…for me anyway. It’s chilly. I have no idea what the temperature is outside. I’m sitting in the coach, generator running, motosat locked onto some satellite in the sky, doing a bit of website work before I make the final leg into Sandpoint ID. Continue reading Missoula Montana →

Since I’m hitching up either tomorrow night or Friday a.m. and heading north and I can’t stand to go three weeks without seeing Riot, he came out to spend a few days with granny. He arrived Monday around noon. Continue reading Dirt! →

Kinda funny. Living in an RV is one of those surreal circumstances were you just hitch up, move out, and wake up to your digs the same as they were when you were miles away. That’s what happened yesterday. In my last post I said I’d be in Vegas until I left for the trip north…what a fibber. I woke up in Pahrump today…no…not in one of the houses. Continue reading Home ground →

I’m out the door in 10 – back out to the new future digs. It’s been a crazy kind of ride but not as crazy as some moves I’ve made or according to what a lot of humanity goes through when they purchase a place. Continue reading Pahrump is waiting →

it would seem that I have fallen off the edge of the world never to be heard from again, yet at this stage of the game I’m wondering if it’s the edge of insanity. Oh wait! I was already insane. Please God, don’t tell me I’m becoming sane, that would be one of the scariest things that could happen. I’ll be back this p.m. with a full fledged update of seeking insanity to the nth…after I visit the dentist today. And a dream nightmare about dealing poker.

I’ve read a lot about Phil Hellmuth’s antics at the WSOP during this session, mainly because PokerWorks writer Aaron Hendrix appears to have a love to hate relationship with Phil and all of his noise and insanity. Aaron finds a lot of useful gossip type of trivia to throw in the mix of the overall WSOP happenings and Phil is in almost every post. Continue reading Teaching a child →

The mortgage is a done deal. Pahrump property is now a real reality. That is only the beginning though, there are a lot of other things cooking before the big ‘hitch up’ and drive out takes place. Continue reading Things are on the move →