Been a rather rough last few days, not because of the wood, but the anterior portion of my torso that shares in discomfort. The gut issues seem to be longing for the needles of relief, the sludge alone no longer enough to calm things down. Appointment is more than a week away, this after a month without, and I will admit to some degree of frustration.
We have called in the troops: tree trimmers, landscapers, a handyman and painters, hoping that the expense will be justified come spring when the place goes up for sale. The plan was to do most of this work myself over the summer despite orders from the medical folks to resist. And now I am considering a couple high school jocks to finish the woodpile, but in that decision lingers a fate I'd rather not admit to. No doubt, I have done this to myself to a large degree.
Coffee curtailed. And perhaps knowing this was coming, no booze for two weeks now.
Such a downer.
However, I did manage to go fishing last Thursday. Saw fish, but the water, as clear and low as it was, they also saw me and would have nothing to do with the morsels placed in front of their noses. Waxing moon did not help.
The road to and fro fishing spots passes a casino. It was on the fro side I called the wife to say I was going to check out the poker room. 3-6 Limit and 1-3 NL. Two stacks of red became 1.5 stacks after 2.5 hours of up and down. Mostly 2-6 and 2-9 off (three time each), defended my blinds a few times, and big suited starters went nowhere with four callers. I will say that had I stayed longer, there would have been a good chance of a big stack as post-flop was generally atrocious and playing styles predictable.
Yet, Thumper threatened and the comfort of home beckoned.
Shortly thereafter, paragraph two began.
I did get a photo. Taken with my iPod.
Another nap is in order. Then wood?
Stay away from the wood and let some high school guys handle it. They will think it will be a macho way to earn money. You don't want to kill yourself over wood, that's for sure ...
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