Wednesday, October 22
That didn't take long. I walked down into Hoboken, finding a playing card, the Queen of Spades, on the way. Hmm, a woman with black hair and eyes*...what are the chances of me encountering one of those any time soon? In any case, it's one more card to add to the package I'll someday send to Cardhouse. Back when I was employed, I'd found a couple, both on the same corner in Manhattan but from different decks and a year apart, but never mailed them. Fortunately, I'm disorganized enough—in an organized way—that the envelope with the other two cards (Jack of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds) is still where I left it.
Or should I keep them? Maybe I should start my own lifetime deck of found cards. I could still send the doubles to Cardhouse. And he does already have the Ace of Diamonds. At least I think I should wait and see if I can make a decent hand; my two hole cards are pretty good, and, with the Queen, I'm on a belly-buster straight draw. I think I'll stick it out at least until I see the rest of the flop.
In any case, I got my 20 pounds of hoity-toity cat food and zoomed back home lickety-split. That was the last of the alfresco errands on the list. Now all I have to do is clean and pack.
*Ok, so her eyes are green, but she does wear a lot of that black shit, so, whatever, ok?
2:37 PM
