Good Monday Morning!
Coming off the lazy, loggy feeling of the weekend; having put up with summer time heat – as if winter had such, I thought I’d saturate myself in East Coast stuff. They are a bit strange on the other side of the Mississippi River (or is my view point segued because Washington D.C. is over there somewhere?).
Having caught-up with the blogs, purged my mind of poker hands and winning and losing and that dude on the other side of the table is crazy as a . . ., which by the way, brings up the French leaving the International poker scene. Good Luck, guys. It started some months ago and is a general movement. I’m curious as to the way the US and the States are going to handle it.
I’m also curious to find a post of mine (a couple really) that dealt with the topic. I think I read the winds on those. I was interested in how well I really did. Never mind. It’s Monday, I’m in no mood to think.
This from last week:
Written in block letters by my grocer, his sign on his front door:
“Clothing must be worn before entering the store”
I asked the manager if he was okay with me shopping nude, with my clothing locked safely in my car, providing I’d worn them before entering.
He asked if I had the nerve.
In poker, that would be calling a bluff.
And then this, from a blog:
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Then we went inside to sand the floor and get ready to bring the cows in for milking.
Becky was standing innocently near the window, just waiting.
Lemonade, her big show cow, stuck her nose in the window…unseen by her owner…and let out a mighty bellowing moo about six inches from her ear.
That girl can jump.
And I do believe that cows can laugh.
As one may see, mind games.
On a Monday.
From the reaches,