The un-official term is rejuvenille and unforutnatlely for me, someone has already written a book about it. Otherwise, I would have
Based on my experience over this weekend, I could have been a case study for Mr. Nixon’s tome. In anticipation of the events over the past weekend, the muses of ceditra smiled on me on Monday, March 8 of this year and gave me this random item from page 141 of Boyd’s Curiosity Shop to opine about:
In that matter of color preferences, most men like blues and greens while most women like reds and yellows. Testers learned this while studying the fingerpainting of hospital patients
My daughter, Ophelia, asks me what my favorite color is and I answer green. This is because I am fond of emeralds as that is the birthstone for May, which is the month when my oldest son, Christopher, was born.
I haven’t used fingerpaints in quite a while. Perhaps kindergarten was the last time, but I can’t say for sure. Based on how Ophelia derives such joy (she is 5) from smearing the hues all over the paper (and occassionaly our kitchen table), I realize how much fun I am missing as a card-carrying member of the adult classes.
However, this lack of fingerpainting does not mean that I have left all aspects of my childhood behind. Far from it as I have tried to ascertain if I have ever grown up. Sure, I hold a job with a major IT firm. Sure, I am married. Sure, I am a parent three times over, but that doesn’t mean I have grown up.
Look at what I’m planning to do over the next two Saturdays. I will be playing in the State Championships for Pokemon – a kid’s trading card game. In Virginia and Maryland (Dale City and Glen Burnie), I will be competed as a 41-year-old, against 18- and 23-year-olds who regularly clean my clock. Now I say sometimes that I attend tournaments and play this kid’s game because I am taking my two boys to them. So, I might as well play anyway instead of sitting in Parent’s Corner reading a book and killing 6 to 7 hours.
But that is a lie. Otherwise, how else do I explain why I would be up until 1AM tonight crafting strategies for my Pokemon deck that I will play in Dale City.
I admit it: I enjoy playing this card game and I enjoy being a kid again. Now if Ophelia would just share her paints with me, we can make a drawing of rainbows and a hillside that I can put up on my cubicle wall.
Back to today and here is an update.
At the Virginia State Championships, I again had my clock cleaned by the younger Pokemon-playing set, but I did do better as I actually managed to win more than one game, which is a record for me at this level.
However, I did lose my cool with one nineteen-year old who roundly defeated me. I was upset by his slow play (but I was more upset with my loss if I am being honset) and took it on him. Perhaps I haven’t grown up.
But I did apologize to him later after I calmed down. So, perhaps I have grown up.
See you in Glen Burnie next week.