Ok, I’ll admit it…I’m addicted to solitaire.
Back in the day, when the game required an ample playing surface and a full deck, gamers needed time to lay out the cards and play. Now with the apps on my devices, I can play wherever and whenever I want!
Perhaps without realizing it when I was young, the allure of the game is that it allows for order in an otherwise chaotic world. The black-red color coding and descending numerical order is sequentially soothing. And with any luck, the payoff will be a winner’s buzz from setting off fireworks and digitally enhanced dings. It’s like card crack.
I try to convince myself that slipping in a game or two is my reward for completion of household tasks, grading papers, or writing my SOLs.
But in the vein of a junkie, playing solitaire is simply out of my control. The other evening, as my husband was finishing up his dinner and I was waiting to help clear off the table, I started a new game. To his disbelief, I played without an iota of contemplation of my rudeness!
I am not going to pretend I don’t make mental bargains about what needs to be accomplished before I play, but seeing how we’re all finished here, please excuse me to resume my game.