Samhain New Thanksgiving Moon
Kate and I have been playing, for the past several nights, a round or two of Bethumped Words. The game has questions at 6 levels of difficulty and the hard ones, 5 & 6, can be real stumpers. It’s a fun addition to our evening and we’re running 4 to 3 right now, so we’re pretty evenly matched. Kate’s a crossword gal and her expertise with puzzles makes her a formidable opponent.
I have some difficulty with games. They seem frivolous, time-wasters (for some reason unlike T.V., which I watch with no guilt in the evening); yet, too often, my competitive streak takes over and they become serious. So, I go into games with that paradoxical attitude. They don’t matter. They matter too much.
This is overthinking, I know. But there you are.
An example from childhood just came to me. We didn’t play games as a family, but Dad and I played increase your wordscore in Reader’s Digest. That is, we played it until I began consistently beating him. Then, we stopped. This may be the source of my game paradox-not serious, too serious.
Life on Shadow Mountain can be one that includes games, serious or not. Maybe both.