I'm an autistic multipotentialist and I'm "old" now. If that's not 3 strikes against me, I don't know what is…
This is what I get for complaining about losing against Ruby in cribbage. I don’t know where her luck (er… talent?) comes from, but after winning my second game in about 8 1/2 years (!!!) against her a couple of weeks ago, I was very disgruntled tonight to see that she’s back on her winning streak.
Or I’m back on my losing streak.
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September 6, 2014
Somewhere between Wawa and Hawk Junction is a little town called Magpie…
Sometime during the 1930’s, Ruby’s sister Darla, and her husband Harry lived there. In fact, that’s where Ruby’s nephew Satch was born 78 years ago, and he still gets a kick out of telling people where he originated, since nobody’s ever heard of it.
Ruby and I have been playing cribbage together since early in 2007. Usually she wins – lots of times I get skunked, and now and again she’s double-skunked me. I don’t know how many games we’ve played in all that time, but I know how many times I’ve beaten her.
Twice. Twice.
One of those two times was tonight.
And tonight I. Skunked. Ruby.
If it weren’t a Sunday, I’d have bought beer by now, to celebrate. A whole case of beer.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Pancreas” – Weird Al Yankovic
My dad died in July of 2008. It’s still really weird to say that. I’ve been thinking about him a lot, lately, and I haven’t yet told the story about the first time he died, which was a few years before I was born.
Except he wasn’t really dead… just… the whole town thought he was. It’s like a sitcom episode.
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I know, I know – somewhat of a disappointment… but I should be grateful she let me take a picture at all.
Tonight being Sunday, I popped over for dinner with Ruby around 5:30. It was her turn to cook, and she was a running “a little behind the times”, as she puts it.
Her back bothers her a lot more lately, and being on her feet at the stove must really be hard on her – so I was slightly dismayed to realize she was making a perogi dinner for us. She had to be on her feet the entire time it was cooking, and she wouldn’t let me help.
“If I sit down now, I might never get up again,” she said, shooing me back to the table.
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