Survivor? adventures in (parky-land or darky-land)
Survivor? Adventures in Parky-land
Well, my blog last week was prophetic… (www.my-thirdlife.com/Parky-land or Darkyland). I went to card bingo this afternoon and was told I was no longer welcome there because I was cheating. “You are banished from this clubhouse and need to leave immediately, you can never play card bingo again!” the caller admonished me sternly. I tried explaining to this person that how I play my cards was mainly to amuse my partner and I wasn’t cheating, but she was on a mission.
If I were cheating, wouldn’t I win a game occasionally? But alas it fell on deaf ears, she said she had seen me cheating with her own eyes. (she calls at the front of the clubhouse and we always sit at the back.) Oh, and btw, we’re talking .25 a game and the pot is usually 3.00 to 5.00 if you don’t have to split it in half or three ways.
My blog today is for those who don’t know me. I don’t lie, cheat, or steal, and raised my kids this way. I’m open about everything, and love my life and how I live it. I strive for positivity each day, but some days, it is hard to be positive living here in parky-land. This is going to be one of those days, I guess.
I was upset, but not because I couldn’t play card bingo anymore, in fact, I find it incredibly boring. I go because my partner likes it and I want to spend time with him. He is still in the workforce and only gets a few days off while working a full-time graveyard shift. It’s a give and take and it works for us. So I have been kicked out from this particular social activity and so be it. BUT know that I’m not a cheater, never was and never will be.
Maybe I’m not supposed to be here. I believe stuff happens for a reason and I’m seriously trying to figure out the reasoning behind this ridiculous action against me. We have a hard enough time getting folks here to participate in activities in the clubhouse and I’m starting to understand why. Who needs this childish behavior to ban me from card bingo… really? Also, note that I may have won once, since being back here. It’s time for the person who runs the card bingo to do what other parks do; taking the player’s cards and confirming it with the cards called… simple, and no more accusations of cheating.
It’s maybe time for me to join my cousins who travel to Mexico for the winter months. I’m going to think long and hard about this. I’m also reconsidering playing cards in the evenings there. This is so petty and I deserve an apology, but I’m not going to hold my breath. It’s turning into a chore to partake in the social offerings here.
When we play cards at home with family and friends we enjoy time spent together. Here it’s frowned on if we talk too much or make a wrong play and sometimes we are read the riot act, like when I was going to make a discard, but still held it in my hand. I was told I had to discard it anyway… hmmm. A person would think we are playing in a high-stakes tournament. I’m sorry but I go to cards for the social aspect of it. So I guess that answers my question of whether I should sign up for cards anymore. I’ll go tonight because I’m signed in.
I’ll explain to them why I’m taking my name off all of these activities in the future. Life is too short and I’m too old to be humiliated like that. Instead of playing Samba on Sunday evenings maybe I’ll have a weekly firepit in my backyard. I kinda miss that anyway. I’ll play my usual seventies music and invite whoever wants to come. Bring your own drinks and I’ll supply the marshmallows. I’m looking forward to this already maybe this was meant to be?
I believe everything happens for a reason and time will reveal what that is.
… and that’s my blog for today, a lesson in real life for me…
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December 15th 2024
Living in Parky-land is like Survivor, and I have been voted off the island : (