I learned to play when I was young. There was little to do at the cottage if the weather wasn’t warm enough to swim. My mom was content to sit and read her magazines, smoke a few, nothing. I wasn’t. So I learned to play cards. I played a lot. I won, I lost, I cheated. I kept playing.
Years went by and I stopped playing. I played on my computer when I first got it. Who didn’t? The computers were slow and there were other things to do, the novelty wore off.
When Gail got sick, I got him a couple of pocket games to use in the hospital. One was 5 card stud and the other was solitaire. Gail went in for surgery and I brought several books and the game to keep me busy while I waited. I never opened a book. I got hooked on solitaire that I never gave it to Gail. I’m not sure why I gave it up. Did I give it someone or finally declare enough?
More years pass and now my dad plays on his computer. A lot. Ryan looked interested in playing and dad taught him how. I thought he might enjoy solitaire on his DS and got him a game for Christmas. He didn’t touch it so I tried. It was OK but I was having more fun on Mario Kart. Then I got Tetris and was hooked on that. But once I beat Tetris, I decided to try Solitaire again. I can’t stop.
I have to tell myself on 5 games then do something productive. That sometimes works. I have to put it out of my reach so I won’t play it when I am supposed to be working.
BTW, I play Klondike. The average for winning is 20%. I am at 53%.