I'm reading a twitter feed from Pauly as he covers a HU match between Chan and Hellmuth. Hellmuth doubles up with two clubs in his hand, two on the flop and a fifth on the turn. This against Chan's flopped two pair, and I wonder Hellmuth's reaction: was it one of joy at the good fortune, or was it smeared with greasy hubris? Not wanting to jump to conclusions, for admittedly I see little more than edited characterizations, I asked. I don't anticipate an answer, and so may very well have to leave it to my presuppositions.
But this isn't the way I wanted to start out this post. Yes, with a bit of poker-speak, but instead of pulling that old saw of poker and life any further, I'll quickly jump to the second and third avocations of old: farming and art.
The rainy weather persists, although there is promise of a few warmer days in the near future. Still, I believe that for the fourth year running, the temperatures will not get warm enough to grow certain crops like the large-sized varieties of tomatoes, and winter squash may be out of the question as well. Just to name two. Being no longer so fully engaged with the soil was a good fold.
If we get a dry day, I may be able to mow the lawn again. It needs it. I fantasize a thicket of Japanese Maples, torso-less ballerinas; their crimson undulations block out the sun from six inches on above the ground.
Which brings us to a change in attitude about seeing ideas and images from ten years ago so warmly accepted when now offered by another. Someday I might not even need mention it.