Sunday, November 07, 2021

Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Seemingly every machine I played this weekend, I was at the wrong machine at the wrong time.  Lost a lot and it's giving me pause.  Pausing is good, I think.  I do love to play.  Lesson learned is one I've known previously - don't attend 'drawings' and stay two nights for 'events'.  This stay was the first one we've had with Atlantis in a very long time - booked it because I have had decent luck and was feeling 'good' about having the resources to play more during a weekend stay.  But boy, howdy - it was awful.  

No more weekend stays.  (Except New Year's Eve.  We aren't missing that event even if it is on a weekend).  

I'm reminding myself (a lot) how blessed we are financially to have the money available to play full tilt for a few days.  We are very blessed.  

At the off ramp on Friday, I gave $20 to a young woman standing with a sign 'need help'.  I rarely do that...but I've seen her before.  Always with a bright smile.  As I handed her the $20, she shouted out 'I promise I will pay it forward as soon as I'm able'.  And I believe her.  I finished the drive down the street to the casino with a huge lump in my throat and a hurting heart.  Hoping someone is helping H. so he can have food.  While knowing he would prioritize drugs over food.  

There are deaths reported out of Houston at a concert event.  H.'s friend P. messaged me this morning asking if we could please try to check on him.  The artist was one he likes and she said she had a bad feeling.  I told her we would try to reach out to Simon again this week to see if he's seen H. - but we were taking the 'no news is good news' approach for now.  No other option, really, since we have no way to contact him directly.  

The 4th marked two months since we last had any contact with him.  

The 5th marked the two year mark of our being residents of Nevada.  Time flies.  I remembered my drive out of Tracy with the cats.  

B. is on maneuvers again.  Guess everyone was pretty upset to be maneuvering again so soon.  These soldiers are working constantly to practice things they might need to do someday and it's long, hard days.  Mentally and physically exhausting.  To be back out again for days on end is a hard thing to do, I think.  But it will get B. time off at Christmas and yay to that!  

At dinner last night, J. casually mentioned 'B. is changing duty stations in June'.  New Jersey.  HUH?  Yikes.  That's a LONG way away.   

Add 'must visit B. in Nashville' to the list of things we want to do in Spring.  He's wanted us to come visit forever and now we really must!!  

I'm hoping his new duty station is close enough to visit the Cake Boss' bakery in Hoboken!! 

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