Madge Monday

Madge is sick today. Well, yesterday, too, but that didn’t really disrupt any scheduled events, because there were none.
News on the Madge front, though, is that she is in the process of getting glasses (they should be ready tomorrow). Coincidentally, her cousin got glasses recently as well, which is a nice sympathy move on his part. Julie and I are extremely myopic and warped, in a cornial way, so it was really just a matter of time before our offspring became in need of corrective lenses. We’re guessing Coco will be due for some around age seven or eight as well. We hope not, but chances aren’t in his favor.
Luckily, Madge is very decisive in matters of fashion – oh, who am I kidding, she’s decisive in all matters – and picking frames was fairly easy.
And now she’s home, watching Tom and Jerry (don’t tell Julie) while I do this and go clean the catbox and whatever else pops up.
Fun stuff.

Oh. The other thing. She picked up a new game at a playdate last week, Skip-Bo. It’s fun enough, but basically a competitive solitaire – aimed at obsessive-compulsive types. The problem for me is that it is a new game and I keep trying out strategies to see how it might work best. Why is this a problem? Because I end up winning without really meaning to and I don’t realize that I shouldn’t have until somebody is crying.
Which leads me to something else. I don’t know how often my parents and sisters “let” me win, but I think I minded the condescension in that more than losing. I may not have, but I know I would now, so I’m projecting backwards (re-jecting? Post-jecting?). And I’m left in an awkward position, playing with Madge because she actually wants me to let her win whereas I want to spare her feelings by trying to make her feel like a “worthy opponent.”
And, then, to top things off, she will start criticizing the way I played a game which she told me before hand to let her win. I just can’t, either way. Win, that is.

Maybe there’s a lesson there.