It's like this: you're a fish. Sometimes you're swimming in the water as fast as you can, whipping that tail along, concentrating on moving forward. And sometimes you leap out of the water into the air and sun and whip your body back and forth so that you can see with the eyes on both sides of your head. You try to spy some kind of landmark, and make course adjustments. And maybe it's the air, or the thrill of the leaping, but you have Ideas. Some big Ideas. And you contemplate them, and your course adjustments and wonder what you should do — and then you hit hit the water with a slap and next thing you know you're swimming again.
I've been swimming lately. Not a lot of thoughts beyond the day-to-day, at least not for more than a momentary pang of wonder. But I've been getting things done. Ella's room is coming along nicely. And there is something to be said for swimming — the actual physical act of moving forward. It's reassuring. And necessary.
Poker Update: Played for the first time in three weeks. Got some good cards at good times. Played them well (mixed up playing strong and limping — confused people some, it seemed) for the most part. Hit a huge hand in Omaha and took down a $150 pot with the best boat over the second-best boat. Also felt like I was putting people on hands and was able to logically think through people's bets and see where I was really at in the hand. This, of course, was helped immensely by catching some cards. (I sucked out on two flushes for small-ish pots toward the end of the night because the person I was up against let me draw for practically nothing.) A good night. Glad to be on the positive side of winning for the night, and now the year. Game 5 — bought in: $30, up $167, total for the year: +$63
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