It all started a few years ago, when a good friend took me by the hand and said, You’re retired. Time to learn Bridge. And golf.
Good grief. I had avoided both my entire life, and here I was, face to face with a petite blonde retiree, another teacher, with an iron will.
I sighed and asked, can we start with Bridge? It was winter, raining cats and dogs at the time, and probably 40 degrees below zero, which was admittedly a bit unusual for California Bay Area weather.
So we started with Bridge. She had done her prep work and was prepared with all kinds of handouts and notes for me. She didn’t realize I was functioning at the lowest possible remedial level, with no math skills whatsoever, but she had all kinds of expectations for what I could eventually do.
Eventually being the critical word.
I struggled to hold the definition of a “Trick” while “Trump” was mystifying long before politics ever entered the picture.
But, she was incredibly patient and would repeat explanations without flinching. Nothing much helped.
Then I moved. I wouldn’t exactly call it payback, but before the movers showed up, I nominated my friend for a county board position and now she’s an officer, which probably cuts into her Bridge and golf time. I do feel marginally guilty about that, even though she’s doing an exceptional job.
It wasn’t long after the move, that another dear woman and new friend — actually, another petite blonde woman with a similar iron will — said she was teaching a beginner Bridge group and needed a fourth. Thursdays, 12:3o.
She was also well prepared with notes, a book, and cards that were pre-set so the three of us would get a lot of practice on the lesson of the day. The other two women have also been incredibly patient, being more experience beginners than I.
That was almost eight months ago, before a more or less permanent sub was needed for yet another beginner Bridge group. Tuesdays, 1:00.
Bridge has also become almost fun, albeit challenging, though not as enjoyable as the talking and laughter shared afterwards in the Sports Lounge.
I think I’m beginning to figure out the game. Kind of. The bidding process remains a constant challenge and scoring is still a mystery.
But, now, I can confidently share that I actually understand the definition of a “Trick.” I even get “Trump” but only as it applies to card games.
It’s probably the only thing about the Trump that I understand.