Monday, April 28, 2008

Cannibals, Card Games and Contested Memories

So, it was an interesting weekend.

My grandparents were in town from the wet northwest and, as always, their visit was an enjoyable and enlightening experience.

My latest book, Seeking Persephone, is dedicated to Barbara and Larry (who are the grandparents mentioned above). The memory I shared in that dedication of my grandmother was of being taught to cheat at solitaire - one of my favorite memories.

I had been playing for some time and couldn't win to save my life and, being probably only about 8 years old, was unbelievable frustrated. Grandma showed me a little "trick" - one I later found out is not precisely permitted under the strictest interpretation of the rules. She has no memory of this. Ah, well...

We also spent Sunday night playing an almost-friendly game of Shanghai Rummy. I did really well until the last round - where the goal is to create in your hand three runs (4 cards of the same suit that run numerically, ie, ace,2,3,4). I was unbelievably frustrated. I just couldn't seem to get it. Guess what? I was trying to get four runs. Again: ah, well...

Lastly, our "missing goldfish" saga. I completely emptied the tank. No goldfish body. I consulted a few experts who all told me the same thing. The goldfish we now refer to alternately as "Hannibal Lector" and "The Godfather" ate his little tank mate. That's just wrong.

Like I said, it was an interesting weekend.

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