By Georgia Osten
I actually looked it up to see if it exists. It does! I thought it would be like AA – Alcoholics Anonymous, a kind of self-help group with local meeting places where you could go to discuss your shortcomings and how to deal with your addiction. Nope, it was an actual Game Store in Albuquerque. I guess you can tell, I’m off my rocker! It used to be Sudoku. I reached the Hard level, tried Evil, but it just wasn’t as much fun. Medium was just too easy, a waste of time. I even had competitions with my fellow workers, I was victorious!
Now, I’m hooked on 247 Games. It’s a website on the computer. There must be over a hundred games. My addiction rests with 247 Backgammon, then I’ll slip in a 247 Spades. I’m at the Hard level on each one. I get my husband to wake me an hour earlier every morning so I can sit and drink my coffee and play my games before I get ready for work.
I’m sure a lot of people have similar addictions; my husband’s is Crossword Puzzles. One time, he forgot his puzzles when we were leaving Tampa. That was the longest 14-hour road trip ever!
I tell myself these games are necessary for my well-being, you know, a little bit challenging, something to make me use my noggin. I mean when I walk through the house with a certain mission, and I end up in the wrong room and wonder what in the world was I going after? Or, I’m driving on 87 and I’ve passed the post office and I’ve forgotten where I was going. It’s my Wake Up Call!
You know, the other thing about these online games is the ads on the sides of the screen. I’ve become smitten with Dillard’s, and Dillard’s knows it! The ads entice me constantly. Rhonda, the nicest lady at our Post Office, teases me every time I get a package. She even wrote me a note on one of my packages, “I hope you like this one!” That’s because I’m always returning one thing or another from my shopping sprees.
It’s been a while now; I haven’t played a game since I began writing my Sand Bucket. I’m feeling the urge, so if I don’t come back to this story this evening, I guess this is all you’ll get from me.
I do feel like I’ve gotten a lot off my chest by just admitting my failures. Thanks for listening!
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you. Email: [email protected]
[GO: Oct-3-2023]
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Hope it helps you to not “gotfor” anything! 😉 😘
You make me fummy!