December 6

I've read that it is better to give than to receive but I really have problems with the thought. Yesterday I gave and gave but if the giving is really better one would think feeling good about it would automatically be oozing. So there is my problem, I don't feel good about it at all! I absolutely vow not to return to the lousy, noisy, bright-lighted rip off and rotten joint of betterment forever and a day.

A plus for yesterday was the fact the weather didn't turn on us as the, don't really knows, on TV predicted. It did cool down some but the wind must have tired out because it was pretty well laying down as we left the place. No moisture in the air to speak of with an exception being the tears running down my cheeks. People react in different ways to sadness and that must have been mine. A stinky yucky smell of secondhand smoke clinging deep into my clothes also made a strong contribution for the tears and the little glistening paths they had followed. Looking in the mirror made me think of a couple bright shiny racing stripes as I raced our car away from that gloom producing area.

I didn't lose all that much but when you're poor an inch can be a lot more than a mile on any factual financial map. How so many people that smoke like a fiend can afford the high cost of the cigarettes and still be able to gamble like they're using stolen money, is way beyond me.

Another happy/sad note is that Dory won some and tho Ruthie didn't, she really enjoyed the outing. This caused a discussion between them on the drive back that to me was nothing more than a wordy desire and promise to return sometime within the next couple weeks so Ruthie can visit one more time, before she heads for her wintertime Yuma digs. She'll be digging in out there while we'll probably be digging out here. Luckily, they are both apt drivers, err, near apt at least and won't actually require a chauffeur.

You might never guess but we had lunch there with Momma Lena and Pat. A complete surprise right? Lena even helped me out quite a bit by buying my lunch.

"Vows are made in storms and forgotten in calm weather." - Thomas Fuller