Little old Mikey struggled to drag the heavy Sunday newspaper in yesterday. He does it for a tiny treat and as a favor to us so we can read the latest news. For some reason he decided he wanted to check his sources in the desert for his latest news before I could even open the paper. I'm of the belief he gets more news than the newspaper contains. Either that or he is a very slow reader. I've noticed some thing are a lot more interesting than others but I have no idea of what or why.
We had supper at home last night and it was delicious. Better than any of the meals we eat out and tho the meat cost $5.25 it was still a good deal cheaper than the free buffets. I think the cling clang of all the machines in those places cause a temporary loss of ones mind. When the mind is gone, so soon is your money. So far we've been able to regain control before that happens completely and I do think we're building somewhat of a resistance to the curse.
Glenda did do the 3.5 walk with me and Glenda did not go to any casinos after we got home. I'm working on her taking the walk again with me tomorrow. Just before we got half way she said, "Larree, I've got a little hurting in my left hip". I asked her if she was such a wimp that she needed to rest awhile. Of course she didn't after I said that! She made it all the way just fine. Well, when we got home she needed to return a call to Aunt Ruby but she said she had to wait until she quit panting. She says this morning that the pain is still in her hip.
The boys from Missouri came by for a visit yesterday. One has a job in the building of the Red Rock Casino and the other hopefully expects to be called out on Tuesday. To where he has no idea and doesn't care. I think his job today, after a visit to the hall, is look for an apartment on the north side of Vegas. They've been staying at the Railroad Pass.
Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness. ~May Sarton
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Monday, February 14, 2005
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