midweek
Been getting up a little earlier this week, trying to get more accomplished. This morning I came down to a marble composition book on my chair; “Mom, can you please type this for me?” was the note she left me. So I started the day by typing her children’s story (intended audience: six-year-olds); a girl teaches herself to fly a magical kite to places unknown. It’s a privilege to peek into her world and this morning I liked what I saw: the heroine’s mother watching from the kitchen window.
I felt hugely successful. The heroine struggles to get the kite in the air, tries several different methods while mother (busy with new twins and unable to help) “watches quietly, not disturbing her.” A second later, the kite is aloft by the child’s own efforts and the magic takes over from there. Geo: High five. It’s working.
Played three speedballs yesterday, won masterpoints with Judi and Shannon. When I’m not on BBO, chances are I’m working with the Mike Lawrence software. I decided to start with Private Bridge Lessons, Vol. 1 thinking it would be easy and I’d breeze right through it. It isn’t and I’m not. I’m rather more of a .. big picture person. This is humbling.
April 30th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
High five right back atcha. What a joy they are day after day. I was not very good at this before you. Employees, I was great, kids, no clue.
Bridge is a humbling game. Before one can get better, one needs to understand how bad one is. I have become convinced that the player, pair or team that holds the larger bushel basket out to collect imps, matchpoints or boards that others throw away, will ultimately prevail.
April 30th, 2008 at 2:02 pm
sounds like a lot of writers coming from the casa jacobs.
mazel tov.