Third Weekend of October 2004
Anyhow, our weekend started out with breakfast at Harrahs and, a few days later, ended with dinner at Harrahs.... which is fine because my cooking isn't so hot. Frank digs Harrahs because it's an "old school" casino where people pretty much go to gamble, smoke, and drink.... period. There's no sexy women, no albino tigers jumping through rings ‘o fire, and nothing for the children to do except maybe get a virgin bloody mary and an early case of lung cancer. Nope, just hard looking cowboys, down-on-their-luck businessmen, and Asian grandmothers blowing their social security checks as far as the eye can see.
So, after a brief stop for food, we made the drive out to the Midian where, against the explicit wishes of mother nature, I managed to finish painting the ranch house, pulled apart the tractor's starter motor, replaced its serpentine belt, and mounted the house's generator in its new box. Super Dave showed up out of nowhere with one of those massive bucket trucks and helped me pull down my windmill, which I have since repaired (or so the bench tests tell me). We also did some quality target shooting, which was a lot of fun as well as pretty needed in my case.