Wow! I beat Glenda yesterday and didn't lay a hand on her............. I beat her in the winning department. I know, I usually beat her every day but only in the losing. A real help to have this come to pass was the early ride home provided by Uncle Carl. Leaving before I could lose what I won was like knowing when to fold them. A knowledge that seemed to have evaded Glenda.
Thanks to family that congregated at the Fiesta for lunch with us yesterday, the light visiting lessened the heavy eating, at least for me. Glenda and I enjoyed it and still didn't leave hungry!
Today South Coast is beckoning and I'm sure it won't be ignored. The beckoning really should probably be beaconing, as in be-a-coning. As usual the compelling idea, inspired by hope and a memory of a past win that we might be able to slip in under the screen and escape with all of our money plus some of theirs, is neigh impossible to overcome.
"As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape." -John Lancaster Spalding
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