Who's a Fat Bastard - "Chips" Hernandez was the big winner.

March 22, 2015

      I started to say something about the journey I went through in my first ten days as a Security Professional, then never came back to it. Through the pain of my blisters, my bruised heels and my aching teeth I realised, I was happy. I went to bed wishing my feet to recover by morning so I could go to work. It's not about the work. I realised it's about having a purpose. It's about having an identity. I have been successful at most everything I have ever done, including doing nothing for the last few years.

Sunrise 

      When I started doing the TED thing last week, I would see my reflection in the windows and think, "I used to be somebody." Then after a couple of days it occurred to me. "Now I'm somebody else." To my surprise, I found that I was okay with that. Am I settling? Have I set the bar too low? I'm in the position of not needing the work to pay the rent. Don't get me wrong. You can't have too much money but to not have to do something you hate to survive?  What a bonus that is!
      I spent most of yesterday writing about my experience at the TED Conference. that was up until I made my way to the Dentist at 14:15. It wasn't the same dentist as I've had the last few visits but she seemed nice and had a British accent. All the best Doctors and Villains  have a British accent. She talked to me briefly about trying to save the tooth. I had ground it down to a stump and to her credit she didn't push it. She froze me then left me to watch March Madness on the TV while I froze up. She came back to extract the tooth with 1:30 left in the first half. In college basketball that can take ten minutes. She popped the tooth out in less than a minute. Stuffed my mouth full of pads and left me to watch the game. When she came back five minutes later I wasn't quite clotted so I stayed until the half was over. I was home stretched out on the bed in Tiny TV Town in time for the second half.
      Long before I had broken my feet and teeth, the lovely Lisa had arranged for us to host a poker game. I helped her as best I could with the setup but my feet were still not happy with me. We pulled in our big table from it's home on the back deck. It's perfect for Hold'em because we can fit twelve people around it. Tonight we had eleven players.  The lovely Lisa had as usual gone crazy with the food. Fruit platters, Cheese trays and a roasted pork shoulder.

Christian made his always popular and delicious guacamole. With the bowls full of chips and nuts and anything else the lovely Lisa could put out we started playing cards at 19:30.
      I was first out in the first tourney and played the guitar while I watched the March Madness Basketball with the sound off and commented on how unfair the game of poker is! I'm the only one here who cares about college basketball and I was pretty much ignored from that point on. In our tournament the blinds go up every twelve minutes or once back to the dealer. Makes for a pretty quick game. Christian "Chips" Hernandez was the big winner cashing in both games. I won nothing but had a fabulous roast pork sandwich! I think "Chips" did so well because he's half our age! We all have some kind of memory issues happening. Some of our issues herbally induced! At least twice someone will ask, "What's trump?"
      After everyone left the lovely Lisa and I puttered around cleaning up the kitchen and putting things back in order. It's no fun waking up to a big mess. We made our way to bed all of us totally done.

Totally done!

      Sunday with sore feet. I lay in bed with the lovely Lisa taking care of me. My mouth was feeling fine after the dentist but the pain in my heels was still prohibitive. I applied some more Voltaran to them and by noon I was feeling well enough to pack up a guitar and head over to Mama Lee's to entertain the troops. It's been a few weeks since I played for them and there has been a bit of a turnover due to the flu that went through the place. Mama Lee sat right up front in a chair. I've been encouraging her to get out of her wheel chair whenever she can. She's starting to get friction sores. I play a lot of Hank Williams, Merle Haggard and of course my own songs. I play for an hour then I'm chased off by the BINGO crowd. Fleeing the ink stained hands of the mob I sought sanctuary at home!
      The lovely Lisa informed me that her wake up call time was 01:45. While the lovely Lisa was scouring the internet for desert recipes for 150 people I was banished to Tiny TV Town where I was immersed in Hockey, women's curling and basketball of both the College and Pro variety. My feet were feeling a lot better and all was good with the world.

The lovely Lisa and I shared a nice dinner of poker game pork and with a peck on the cheek , to avoid my decimated mouth, she was down for the count. I watched the last of the Basketball games let the Rat dogs out one more time and called it a day. Big Day tomorrow.

That's all I've got

Till Next time

Peace out Y'all

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