Could things get any worse? Could my life become any more miserable? Something I ask myself every couple months and two months later the answer is usually 'yes.' But things could be so unbelievably worse how can one complain. (knock on wood) A bit of fortitude and faith and everything comes up roses in the end if one is willing to try.
The rain has shut down tonight's race. Had a nice group ride, small group, last night on trails along the river. A lot more there than I thought. Asked if I was attending the WORS event this weekend I realized the XC race is on Saturday afternoon. I might decide at the last minute to go if I can make some money at the poker tables as I pondering pursuing a life of reckless disregard. Actually I play for free on the Internet, trying to get into the WSOP. (I actually dreamed I had a gold bracelet but when I looked again it was my watch) But we have been known to drop $20 at a casino every once in a very great while... and... I'm wondering if the Potawatomi has bike racks. I know they have really good restaurants.
Misao actually asked me if we were going to the casino tonight. I think she's tired of being poor and thinks I'm good. She works almost all the sales now in the retail business I had built myself many years ago. She makes more money. I suggested I take some old product we have and I work sales together with her.
She said; "Yuk!"
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