The edge of the known world can be found in your kitchen, if you want it to be. Or in your bed. Or during your commute. Every day, there is something new to experience. And if there isn't, shrug and make a margarita.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
[By the way, is it me, or are there problems uploading photos?]
OK! We toasted the inaugural goof-off the Eleanors and learned to play poker, thanks to the patience and perseverance of our teacher Jeff, who also brought the table and real Vegas chips. Of course, we ate; and Moira stayed afterward to smoke a cigar with me.
So, can I play, now? If I can use my cheat-sheet, yes. Except all the betting stuff: see, check, call, raise...erk! We need practice. I need to have some folks over to just play.
What day are we on? Day 12. Forty-eight more days to get my shit together. I am actually getting a little worse, rather than better. This doesn't surprise me, somehow. The shock is wearing off; and I am facing the fact that I am bummed about several things, not just CB (bastard!). Now that the acute breakup pain is starting to ease up a little, I have to deal with all the rest of it. Poker night last night helped temporarily. Today, I mostly just lay on the sun porch staring or dozing. Tomorrow I have to do better. Simon is leaving for Vail and I have responsibilities. I'll write down what I would like to accomplish tomorrow, then I'll see what I manage.
Go out to breakfast as a family at Lazy Day cafe before Simon hits the road;
Input testing data for Guadalupe;
Run 9 miles;
Make tilapia with orange salsa;
Contact outfitter for summer canoe trip;
Mend chair cushions.
Let's say that, if I manage to do 5 of those things, I will congratulate myself.