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.
Oh we all have our vices! I like how you use the junkie metaphor and bring us to the ending epiphany. I wanted to know what your husband said! Was he irritated?
ReplyDeleteFunny! And like Lee Ann said, we definitely all have our vices (mine is scrabble!) But I don't have a husband so I can play when I want. Although I would get more done if I didn't play. Hmmmm. Guess it could be worse!
ReplyDeleteI love the line, "It's like card crack." You brought back memories of playing all kinds of card games throughout my life. I came from a card-playing family. My dad would fall asleep with the cards in his hand while playing solitaire. Funny. :)
ReplyDeletemommy loved solitairre too. did you know?
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