Tomorrow is payday. Makes a body feel human – until the mail arrives.
Finished another Jim Butcher “Dresden” book. Pity. I’m reading the series back-end to. Not through choice. Well, maybe it is through choice; but, I read the latest first, then the one before that and then I discovered a store with all of them available, and then . .. Well, I’m reading the series backwards.
Sigh. How else? I mean, really!
I have begun receiving those bonus letters from UB again. Which means they want another min deposit from me. Yeah. I can’t win a hand, either. Same old, same old.
Doesn’t matter, I’ll take ’em back down to the penny tables again. Maybe they’ll let me play another month on the ten bucks I have left.
Full Tilt hasn’t offered the bonus. It just takes the money on those well published set over sets. Except, on occasion, they throw in the one pip better because I play PLO8.
I became impatient with my daily grind learning to use the Nine Iron the other day. So, I smacked the damn ball a good one. Almost as hard as I could hit it. It disappeared over the trees on the North boundary and I felt very, very good.
I knew I wouldn’t go chase it, also.
I got it back today.
My northern neighbor gave it to me. He mentioned that he had been out and about in the pasture and the ball had hit one of his steers. And ended near him while he was cleaning away some brush.
He did mention that he had become feed up once or twice himself playing golf and asked how the practice was going.
I love small towns.
From the reaches,