Just one day at a time,

MyFella had big winnings at the casino yesterday afternoon. A whopping $50, and it took him $30 to get it.

The best thing at "the home of the throwed rolls" was this cocky little number, wearing latex gloves and chewing on a toothpick the whole time.

Found out this week that a friend of mine is homeless. By the very definition of the word homeless, he is homeless. I confirmed through a call to a mutual girlfriend. "Yeah, he's homeless." A string of bad luck that included a heart attack has wiped out his savings, took his home from him, etc. etc. etc. and now he's living in a car. We did some fast foot work and we think think think he has a job offer, pending a background check. It's an hourly job, but it's full time and will come with benefits. So we have him ~ hopefully ~ with a job, but he's still homeless. He stays some with the mutual girlfriend, some. . . she doesn't know where. Come Tuesday, I'm gonna have him come "hang out" with me for a while. In my heart, I wanted to invite him over right away ~ in fact, I did but he decided to stay put to save on gas and his 'good clothes' were at the friend-girlss he wanted to wear for the job interview.

So I've had MyFella here all weekend and my best gal pal Red (L) is coming tonight. So like the friend-girl said, "He's been homeless a couple of months, a few more nights won't hurt." But I'm calling him tomorrow to check in with him, see if he's heard back from the job people, and to tell him to come over Tuesday. I have dinner plans on Tuesday, but he'll probably be glad to be under a roof, alone with a hot shower for a while. It's just hard to believe . . . well, no, it's not. But for one or two paychecks, I'm not far from it. I'm just young enough that I could end up somewhere, I would hope. Brothers, Mom's & Dad's, I don't know. But he's no spring chicken and twice divorced. So we'll just take it one day at a time.