Lovely social media has created a stir. Last week I attend a meet and greet based on where and when you lived in a particular city. Apparently there was a party crasher, I know I sat next to her and she was delightful. A gentleman at the same event, didn’t think so and shared his perception that implied not only did she not belong but her behavior put this group at risk. 101 comments later I realized you can’t fix ugly. We yield power with a pen or a stroke of the keyboard and may I never state anything but thoughtful factual observations and expressions that promote how special we all are and how important it is just to be nice. I don’t have to endorse the dark side which is a part of us but sometimes I can’t help myself. Last week I buried the coca-cola in the cabinet and then stacked all the other less desirable drinks on top. Why? Because no one else was going to do it, they kept pulling out soda and leaving a plastic mess behind. I enjoy a nice break room. It’s lame but got so much satisfaction especially when I heard they were looking for them. I said I put them away hee hee.
LAPC Los Angeles poker classic is an event to exercise your poker prowess. You can go from chip chump to chip champ . I entered the Omaha eight or better 147 people in the field. I got served my walk of shame papers half way. I played my almost best and I realize how much I missed playing. I saw Robert “chip burner” Turner the alleged inventor of this crazy making game and of course the usual suspects. The Mexican and Filipino mafia each said their hellos. and I was happy to know the few mistakes I made were not rookie ones. As the book says “you have to be willing to die” I say chip happens
Mid February I going back out on the road meanwhile I am working at the surgery center playing a little bit of poker and reflecting. An opportunity came up to meet people from the neighborhood I grew up in. None of us knew each other but easily we shared our pasts and the present. Suzy from Montebello, who takes her 90 year mother to play at the casino, was generous and delightful. Surprisingly several people were educators. As The wholesome group discussion remained free of colourful language and showboating which I appreciate. Anna was considerate and lively letting both Sue and I edit the pictures she took of us. She is an avid photographer and she shared her love of watercolor and karaoke. Bill who I perceived to be a little lonely had an opportunity to share what it’s like to be a substitute teacher for 30 years. He is insightful stating that today’s kids have a struggle with “too many choices” and Sue stated ” I live in the house I was born in I teach at the school I attended…” I thought that was remarkable from a historical standpoint. Leslie was an attractive gal and a good sport. Matt choose on his own accord to record pictures of homes in Monterey Park listed by others on social media and then post which led to this meeting. I had my own agenda. I wanted to introduce them to this blog. In way I am too recording history which started out as a means to keep track of dates and places and has now become a writing expedition. Cheers to group of wonderful people.
Played poker yesterday and looked up to see a couple of guys who I knew were gypsies. Stereotypes aside I am fascinated because we all have evolved. My folks do business with a guy and my mom said one day they chatted a little and Angelo said he wanted more for his kids and family. To read, write and go to school was important to him and he actively changed the course. Then there was gypsy Mike who was a beautiful sexy guy who love women. The story goes that he had a bunch of girlfriends and each of these lucky gals got gifts. He’d take something that belong to girlfriend number one and passed on to the next gal. One day gal one got her fur coat back. Few years back fishing out Long Beach my friends winnning jackpot fish went missing and yes the gypsies’ burlap bag was right next to mine. So what’s a few missing fish. Culturally in the past, the gift of the grift is in their makeup just like other cultures that honor their elders or arrange marriages. I get it and I ain’t mad, in fact the two guys ended up at the omaha table and we broke bread. A delicious club sandwich and fried rice. I enjoyed their company and they teased me for not being shy. It was a good time.
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” Love completely without complete understanding” . Do I wish to practice this or accept it. I also want to be a recipient. Like the boyfriend who couldn’t sleep anywhere but his own bed. Camping and trips up the coast were passed on. Or the story of the pot roast where each generation cut the ends off of each side before placing it in the pan and the the son-in-law asks why. ” well my mom did it” and in the end he finds out it started because the pan was too small. And to love my impetuous self without complete understanding. I had several business failures and patent that didn’t go anywhere and cost me monies I didn’t have. I have drank the Kool-aid thinking if success in one area will translate to another. I never took a business class or wrote out a business plan so it’s no surprise. On a deeper level to love those who are self destructive. Whenever they call, to listen and be supportive and not contribute any advice. The drinkers are not going to quit and I just hope to catch them when they are sober. My half brother works in post video editing…in porn. We hardly know each other and I am grateful he reached out to me when my bio father died. He gave me an opportunity to say goodbye. I am grateful to Norman Maclean and Robert Redford. A River Runs Through It.
A co-worker said ” If you were to throw your problems into a pile with others you would pick out your own.” She is right and I realized that I am not going to be rewarded for my suffering either. The ego is such that if I make sacrifices the outcome should go my way. I don’t know how people do it, handle their finances or lack thereof in the midst of relying on others. The “Rob Peter to Pay Paul” works for a awhile but it gets old quick. I crack myself up, who do I think I am when I judge others based on their actions when I really don’t know what is going on. I rented a studio to a gal who on paper looks like a high risk but I go with my gut and I understand the importance of giving someone a break. She needs a break she moved back from Florida because “there is no money there” and she went on to explain she can get a night teaching job here , in addition to her day job. Her spouse is staying behind to care for his parents both whom are too sick to considered moving . She told me her low FICO score. I choose her because she showed up where others said they would and did not and she came prepared. On the other hand I got a situation that read and smelled beautiful and it turned to shit, not right away but over time. The reason I love the quality of my problems is because I created them myself.
During Winter months the household moving industry slows down like molasses in the refrigerator. Maybe I go to Texas or Arizona we won’t know. Minnesota was offered but it’s just too dangerous. So I’m waiting to leave camping out at my mom’s pad and recently I asked my mom ” Who do you or I know who is happy? Whatever your definition it’s enough to know what it is. So my list was short “I think doctor Tom is happy…” I think my mom is happy, my mom states her list and we agree it’s accurate. I was not on her list and I agreed to that too. I am three quarters happy and I am accepting this for now. I made changes to get to that Pharell place. I saw an old neighbor and he shared about his ex even after several years, is still complaining about her settlement. He said she is intolerable. I knew her personally and she was a good friend. He made a statement not a dig, not a scorn remark from an acrimonious divorce just “she’s intolerable”. At the poker table we started the table chat and the dealer said. ” I desire to be happy” what I got out from the discussions are the following. People are honest about themselves (refreshing) there is an opportunity to evaluate and decide if it’s something you desire and if not its “okay” too. Lastly the list I thought would be lengthy was short. Something to ponder
Have you ever been so sick that coughing caused you to throw up. I am trying to get better by hibernating. Being infirm reveals a side of ourselves that is pretty accurate. Some of us are big babies and no fun being involved with them. I learned how to be sick from my mom. She is wonderful as she hands over the Vicks 44 (original version had alcohol) and tells me or my little brother “take a swig” a swig turns out to be 2 teaspoons or 10 cc which is the desired dose anyway. And she didn’t take temps rectal or otherwise. When you kid is sick you know it. She knew when my sister was sick even when the doctors told her she wasnt. This is sad tale as my sister had a malformation of the heart, Marlene was a “blue baby” and when she cried in a slight moment her color changed. She lived for 6 months. I think about Marlene the sister I almost knew, whenever my breathing is painful. Then I think about my mom and the trouble she had growing up as a young mom with two little ones. My bio dad was in the picture but he was not dialed in like my mom. Our little joke is being sick is not a character defect it is a blessing that tells us we are vulnerable fragile little souls that require nurturing and respite. And for this I am grateful.
Today there were three types of floods. The Rooter Rooter guy said “too much toilet paper” in the line and 350.00 dollars gets a five day reprieve from the next one. Whatever, I’ve had my share of plumbing stories and I left out the word horror stories because I am grateful for plumbing in general and this recent one occurred at my mom’s home. For the record those ” flushable baby wipes” are contraindicated. More than one plumber has pleaded with me….word. My mom and I escaped to the local movie theatre to see “The Gambler” and it was not what I expected and provoked me in to a different frame of mind. The message is clear. To be a position to say “Fuck you” my grandfather had a similar saying “Your best friend is a dollar in you pocket.” I love the movies for this reason and its a shared love I enjoy with my mom. The last flood of emotions occurred while watching TV. Another new low for those unhappy inconsiderate people waiting to create pain and suffering. An Ashley Madison ad which came across as light and misleading with music. I sat shocked and turned towards my mom and asked if she knew about this site for adultery. The others ads soliciting against doctors and hospitals with “if you had complications with a transvaginal mesh call…..” I dislike those with the intensity of a white hot sun. These ads are opportunistic and clueless but so casual was the ad I saw today it hit me,ethics aside, it will be a source of pain for some.
The end of this year was not ideal. There is a wealthy widower who also loves Keno and plays at the same casino I live at. She tells me about markers and how often she leaves Hawaii to come to Las Vegas 10 days a month and plays 18 hours a day. She is 85 and I enjoy her company. She asked me “Do I like energy bars?” ” Well yes I do” she hands over two beautifully wrapped morsels stating they are homemade and contain macadamia nuts, dates and apricots. I was hungry and ate both. Long story short I got the runs and my back went out. I got lucky though I found some old muscle relaxers and with some scotch I was on the mend but I missed the downtown fireworks and meeting my friend Bridget who was working the strip till two am. I made myself look at the bright side since the first thing I saw on TV was yoga at three am. I then popped two more pills and next thing I saw was stretching. This year is gonna be good because in addition I dropped a twenty dollar bill and this nice gal returned it to me. I love people.