Oh man, I always adore your writing, and I think you are a perfect example of someone who is really working harder every week to entrance us and bring your A-game to the table, while not trying to entrap us with gimmicks. It's still all you. And I remember the same feeling of being allowed to partake in adult family pastimes for the first time-- for me, it was the year I was allowed to hide the eggs for the egg hunt instead of to search for them.
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Also, is that you in that icon? It is a freaking adorable pic!
*blushes* Thanks for the comment--that means a lot.
Oh, those moments of being "grown up"--sitting at the grown-ups table, getting locked in my parents' bedroom to wrap all the Christmas gifts, cooking my first chicken for a weeknight supper because my mom was going to be up late...
Oh, wait--you're talking about the fun ones! ;-) Hiding eggs is a blast, especially when you're hiding them on a farm. It's good to be the oldest grandkid.
That is me being goofy. I need to make a more serious me icon, but I just can't quite do it.
I do love the way you weave personal posts about the past and the present and about wildly different things together into a common whole. Don't think there's anybody better at that left in the game...
Thank you so much for that comment; my head is a weird place sometimes, and to have people read what comes out of it and--I hope--get it, well, that's kinda cool for me.
I used to sneak into the kitchen after bedtime to spy on my parents playing Pinochle with our neighbors from across the street. It seemed so mysterious and adult.
PINOCHLE IS GREAT AND MYSTERIOUS. There are secret handshakes and everything. Any game that kicks out those piddling low numbers and then has the audacity to DOUBLE UP on the heavy-hitters is srs bsns.
Your experience with bourré reminded me so vividly of when I was 11 and at last allowed to play with my aunt, uncle and grandmother. I can't remember what name they gave the game but reading the link, it sounds very much like bourré, and of course I KNEW everything from watching them, I was such a pro, I would win this thing easy... hah ;) Didn't quite happen that way!
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Thinking good thoughts for you!
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<3
Also, is that you in that icon? It is a freaking adorable pic!
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Oh, those moments of being "grown up"--sitting at the grown-ups table, getting locked in my parents' bedroom to wrap all the Christmas gifts, cooking my first chicken for a weeknight supper because my mom was going to be up late...
Oh, wait--you're talking about the fun ones! ;-) Hiding eggs is a blast, especially when you're hiding them on a farm. It's good to be the oldest grandkid.
That is me being goofy. I need to make a more serious me icon, but I just can't quite do it.
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I related to so much of this.
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Glad you could relate and thanks!
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