What? my older daughter said. You brought out the cards already?
I am determined to remained holed up. My older daughter, as a medical worker, comes and goes, but my younger daughter and I — we’re staying home.
So, honestly, what’s more reassuring than a deck of cards? I’ve been playing Crazy 8s since I was three — maybe younger? — and my kids likely can’t remember when they began. My whole life, we’ve always had packs of cards around.
Today, unexpectedly, I learned our internet speed is suddenly amped up, with no additional fee. Until when? my younger daughter asked. I read the email again and thought, What does when mean anymore?
I finally answered, Until we don’t. Right about then, I started shuffling cards.
In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.
9 thoughts on “Dealing Cards”
Cards are comfort! Thanks for reminding me.
Cards are cheap, portable, and fun.
My granddaughter is with me during the day while she attends school remotely, but we’ll have plenty of time for cribbage and hearts!
My goodness you’re lucky to have family nearby! And they’re lucky to have you!
Yes, I feel fortunate to have her, and to be here for her. Her mother is a teacher and still has to show up at school several days a week, just a skeleton staff. The school was remarkably prepared for this, so hats off to them.
“You brought out the cards already?” Great line. Just tell her it was that… or charades
Yeah, charades is a good threat. I am pacing myself…. God help me if I ever stoop to charades-online.
Love, light, and glitter
To you, too!