“Fruity Pebbles or Raisin Bran?”

From the “Unpublished Draft” file (2008):

 
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Guess Who?

We regularly and consciously violate the “intended use” for one of our family board games. “Guess Who” retains permanent resident status under one of the family room sofas despite its intended six to eight-year old appeal -because “twisted” is timeless…

The game teaches logic skills as each player eliminates, through “yes” or “no” questions, all but one of the faces on his game board: the face that will hopefully match the card secretly selected by the opposing player. Normal questions might include, “Does your person wear a hat?” or “Is your person a female?”

Obviously, the game in its original form presents no challenge for its sixteen-year old owner, my son Zach. So, we came up with our own variations last year to make it a new family favorite all over again. We played our version last night.

raisin bran

“Would your person be more likely to steal candy bars or ladies’ undergarments?” “Does your guy appear concerned about the possible presence of germs in his vicinity?” “In high school, was your person a more likely sports star or Level 47 Dungeon Master?” “If your guy were arrested…felony or misdemeanor?” “ “Fruity Pebbles or Raisin Bran?” Much more fun!

“Wins” are occasional at best, but Zach did pinpoint “Tom” last night, my organ-playing Dungeon Master, who cared deeply about personal hygiene and would not be comfortable operating heavy machinery.

“Are there empty soda cans under the back seat of your guy’s car?” “On-line bill paying or check writer?” “Bungee-jumping or cooking school?” “Pet dog or pet alligator?” Get the idea? Once you get the hang of it, it’s so-o-o much better than anything on TV.

Of course, we had to defend some of our assertions. Zach declared me wrong in stating that “Paul” would skinny-dip. My stance was that “Paul” would in fact do so… provided there was no moonlight and that he could neatly fold his clothing first. I let “Paul” explain. “Look. Water. Let’s swim.” The “Paul” card tipped happily from side to side as he talked. “Creepy, mom,” was Zach’s response.

“Wanna play again?!”

I highly recommend our version of the game. “Unofficially”, of course.

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Musings on a Mobile Life: Chicken or Egg?

Muir Beach

 
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Saturday – 7:00AM: I’m not the best at sitting still.  Motion relaxes me.  My seat of choice would be a long-chained swing rather than a shaded park bench, and I relish running or walking a beach to sitting in its soft sand.  So which came first?  A frenetic occasionally crazy life or the preference for non-static activities?  Did I adapt or attract?

One of those pointless ponderings that will probably never show up with full punctuation.  But I’m thinking about it anyway this morning as I tiptoe around slumbering teens, compelled to pause my day’s start until all are awake and fed.  As a little girl, I remember the frustration of being the only one up on many a Saturday morning.  Politeness (and Family Law) dictated that I allow my sisters (and in-house playmates) to sleep.  Impatience, however, prodded me to repeatedly flush the toilet in the attached bathroom until one of them awoke to start the new day with me.  I didn’t want to miss a minute.  Bedtime was set; the only wiggle room on extending the day came in the morning.

Left Fork Trail; Zion NP, Utah

In the spirit of sociability, I’ve learned to moderate my Energizer Bunny syndrome.  I’ve learned to live with a few untraveled trails, roads and streams.  And, sometimes the “Bunny” does wear down and need a recharge (She’s on the wise and witty side of 40 after all)…   But the restorative powers of motion -of drawing in oxygen and elevating the heart rate, of interacting with one’s environment in a meaningful way – they seem essential.  They grow a gratitude within me that makes even the occasional overflow of life a little sweeter.

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