Christ, this is so fucking stressful and I do NOT like gambling. I have to get these new pictures to the folks that wrote me on Thursday. For fuck sake, my email wasn't THAT depressing, but people came out of the woodwork on Thursday. The only problem is most of the only want it for Sat/Sun or Thur/Sat or Wed/Friday. What happened to people who came for the entire tournie? I've got to find out how they sell tickets now. We used to just get them and pass them around. I always wanted to leave early on Sunday so I could watch the final round on TV, because it's insane. So, I'd pass my badge off to whomever was crazy (I was very popular at 2 in the afternoon on Sunday - ah, the Salad days). Now, I hear they command $5-6K for a badge. I'm not sure if that's a day or the week? Oh, and nobody seems to want to go to the Par 3 anymore, and THAT, my friends, is the second best day next to Saturday. Once the tournament started, we were expected to behave, but you could always have a good time at Par 3.
Shit, I'm getting so old now that I'm blogging stories of shit I did 25 years ago. Oh, and my Daddy told me yesterday that I'm "no spring chicken". Fuck - thanks, bunches Daddy.
Good visit, though, even though another one is scheduled for Friday, even if I don't get it rented. I don't want to leave a job unfinished regardless. Besides, he's beginning to understand the comfort level you can have in a home that is warm and he's willing to put some effort into it now. Shit, what a stubborn one he can be. I think he likes the fact that his kitchen appliances aren't fire hazards anymore. I should be ashamed for letting it get that bad, but that would be one of those Catholic nuisances I don't have time for right now.
I might actually go lay in a chair in the yard and take a nap once I get these emails sent. I've been losing potassium, thanks to my meds, which is why I'm getting the mean as charlies at 3 in the morning. I just found that apriocots and tomatoes put bananas to shame with their potassium levels, and PowerAid just put out a low sugar energy drink with 35mg. Of course FDA suggests 35g, per day, but I too tired to do that math.
Anyway, here is what I sent to Daddy last night, which should contain some other inform that I didn't feel like repeating. Some of it maybe redundant to the two of you who read my blog. The "new" photos suck so badly, but I'm not a camera or techie.
As I said, one more trip, regardless of a renter so wish me luck. I really wanted to go to Florida this week, but maybe when I get back from California, I can go.
Hey Daddy,
Just wanted you to know we made it home fine. The sun was a bit difficult for the first hour, but it was very pretty as it set over Lake Ocone.
Here's the site for that movie I was telling you about. I forgot to mention how haunting the music is so turn up the sound.
You will need to go to Enter the Labyrinth", then "Video" trailer. Cool website, also.
http://www.panslabyrinth.com/
Also, I looked at your print out of the cruise. What a great deal that seems to be! Do you get off at all ports of call or do you have specific ones you choose? I've been to Calvaccheia (sp). Kim and I boarded a ship we thought was going to Corsica, but it turned out to be a ship to Sardinia. Interesting surprise once we realized they were speaking Italian, not French and since neither of us spoke Italian... a long, funny story.
Anyway, as a reminder, the windows downstairs are open and will close. Also, I think the ceiling fan in the upstairs bedroom is on reverse (winter mode), you may want to check and see.
We'll call this weekend. Don't forget about "Planet Earth" on Sunday night at 8 AM. You can go to
http://dsc.discovery.com/ (and click on the first video) or go to
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/
and scroll down to "New View of the Animal Kingdom". That's where you can see some of the amazing clips.
Talk to you soon. Thank you for everything. If you have any questions with Ms. Loretta and need my input, just call.
Love you,
me
So here are some of the newer photos I'm going to send out. Flat rate, no negotiating, I'm too fucking tired. Again, if you didn't see his house before all this started, you just couldn't appreciate the difference.
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