7-22-06
Happy Birthday My Love –
You’d have been 62 today, and not happy about it, declaring how you didn’t want any attention paid — we
should all ignore the occasion — and then waiting for the cards and presents and whatever else we could
manage today, depending on how you felt. Dinner? A movie? If you could. And you’d reward me with your
delight and reciprocal love.
I love you and miss you, my beloved. My world is darker with its light gone.
For reasons I don’t understand, my poker site has decided to exclude players from the US and Japan, among
others. Since half their players were American, the logic escapes me, though there seems to be some kind
of international gambling-site regs involved. Signed up for Full Tilt, got a grand, lost it, and can’t get any
more for now. You’re talking to one frustrated poker player.
The car is now inspected. Got my tires yesterday ($240. — jesus!); no problem today. The problem came
afterwards. I crossed the road to KFC to get potato wedges and cole slaw; got it; and on my way back to the
car stepped on one of those hoops — the bane of my walking — from lampshades. Down I went, pretty
hard, messing up both knees, both arms and one hand. Not serious, just infuriating. All cleaned and
alcoholed now.
Long talk with Lisa last night. Now that things aren’t going well generally (the break-in, the accident, and
the job in limbo) she’s very bleak about everything, including latest beau. Before, everything was sunny….
Do believe she’s bipolar to some extent. And beau may either be too tangled up with his ex, and may be
more interested in orgasms than Lisa, though I’m not sure she’s being fair to him, and I counselled her to
explore what she’s really afraid of, so she can articulate it better to beau and find out whether he’s just in a
tough spot or just having a good time screwing. She really needs on-going therapy.
