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National Apricot Day…


Today is National Apricot Day, which is when the Americans (because who else really?) celebrate their collective love for the apricot, one of the most overlooked of fruits.

Full disclosure here – I have never eaten an apricot. I’ve had apricot purée, and the odd piece of dried apricot, but I’ve never consumed an entire fruit. And I’m sure I’m not alone.


Because let’s not pretend here – the apricot is probably a third or fourth tier fruit at best.

At the top of the tree you have the apple, the banana, and probably the orange. Just below that comes the pear, the grape, and the strawberry. Maybe you could throw raspberries in there too.

But after that you get into things like tangerines, plums, peaches, nectarines and melons… amongst others. Somewhere below that you’ll find the apricot, treading water with the kiwi fruit and the pineapple, and the reason it’s a bargain basement fruit is that nobody eats them. People will jump in the car just to pick up half a dozen Golden Delicious, but nobody is taking a trip to their local greengrocer because they forgot to put apricots on the weekly shopping list.
So, eat up, and enjoy!

Running Like God…

…well after eight hours and far too much coffee for a comfortable sleep, I split last night’s poker tournament three ways for a very healthy profit.

Admittedly, I got my fair share of luck along the way, but that’s the nature of the beast. I’ll debate anyone who tries to deny the skill that is clearly involved in the game, and required to progress, but I’ll never dispute that you need a bit of good fortune too.

Anyway, work tomorrow, so that may be my casino adventures for 2020!

When the Chips Are Down…

I used to play a lot of poker, and I do mean a lot. Back in 2015 and 2016 I played cash poker every weekend, almost without fail, and most of the other nights I’d be sitting playing a tournament. This went on for many months.

I was pretty good too, relatively speaking. I made money most weeks, and when the end of the year rolled around I was up by thousands of pounds.

I’m not saying it to boast – I very much doubt I could have maintained it as a career path – but more to compare and contrast it to right now. I’m off work tomorrow so I decided to take the opportunity and play a tournament.

It’s my first time for a long while behind the baize, and I’m probably doing all right… considering. I’ve reached the first break, so that’s something. But these are shark-infested waters, and I feel like they are hungry and I have forgotten how to swim.

Resolutions…

I try not to make them. If you want to change something in your life, just do it. Don’t wait for the arbitrary flip of the calendar to stop smoking or eat healthier or go to the gym.

Just do it now. Be a better person today.

Still, it’s good to have a definitive jumping off point, so I gave myself something to aim for.

I’m going to make a real effort to bend at the knees – you know, like they teach you to do all the way through your adult life, in those manual handling videos. We all watch them and shake our heads, and yet most of us still bend at the waist like we can’t wait for that back pain that’s coming for us in our later years.

So… I want to do my best to avoid that.

Growth… (Gone)

So that thing that was taking residence on my head – wart, skin tag, or perhaps a twin that never made it past the first interview – fell off last night after I stepped out of the shower. I guess that blast of freezing air really did the trick after all.

I noticed it was gone as I was drying myself. It had fallen on the floor. From six feet up it looked like a dangleberry that had strayed too far from the bowl. Up close it was a little like a sultana, but far less appetising of course. I have a picture, but I guess you don’t want to see that.

It is the first time in a long time that it has not been there, fixed to the side of my head, and its absence feels… weird. I certainly don’t regret its removal, but I still reach up and half-expect it to be there.

I have an appointment in a couple of weeks to remove the base, probably in that same minus 196 degree manner.

My Thanksgiving…

Yes, I know, it’s an American thing, but here are a few things I am thankful for anyway.

Long weekend lie-ins; loud music when nobody else is listening; managing to (mostly) stay the right side of healthy; hot showers; quiet afternoons; getting through the bad times; good friends; coming home to a woman I love, and who gives it back to me.

Happiness.

What I’ve Done This Week #47…

I got to thinking about killing Hitler this morning – not in a real world sense, of course, but a conversation about the Christmas armistice of World War One got my creative juices flowing. I think there is some comedy to be mined in that scenario.

I am slowly plodding along with my challenge tales, but this week has been mostly about the mystery of Last Chance Lagoon. The only trouble is that it has now bloated to over 1100 words, which is a wee bit longer than I had anticipated it would be. Still, every story is fluid until you put a cap on it, so I won’t stress too much about it. And if it wants (or needs) to grow from there, all I can do is put the words down.

The other two are still moving forward, although not with the same fervour. Juggling several pieces at once is bound to have its ebbs and flows, so I’m not worried about it. This time next week it would not surprise me if the words were coming thick and fast for one of the others.