Grandmother is a Gamer

Subway Surfers

Voicing my need for grandchild bonding, I asked my grandson to show me how to play the game that was occupying his attention on the iPad.  He lit up with enthusiasm as he showed me how to get out-of-the-way of oncoming trains in Subway Surfer.  It wasn’t long before I became proficient at  jumping, weaving and dodging trains before being hit; collecting points, coins, magnets, jet packs and mystery boxes along the way.

We took turns, comparing scores, my grandson the clear winner.  When I remarked at what an excellent player he was, he graciously admitted that his sister was even better.  His profound observation was this:  “She’s a coin collector and I’m trying not to get killed!”  A reflective statement from the mouth of a child, an instant glimpse at my grandchildren’s personalities and a statement for me to ponder.  It is something that I think about every time I play this silly game and I wonder just what type of gamer this grandmother is.

Napkin Haiku


Open door welcome

Extra chairs at corner booth

Scatter, smother, smiles


Early Morn, late night

Smothered, covered, scattered, chunked

Life eggs-trordinaire

Sunday, my husband and I visited a familiar and wonderfully alive restaurant which always makes me think that I am in the presence of a great big chunk of life.  I was inspired to issue a game of challenge.  “Let’s write a few words to describe the world around us; a haiku.”

The waitress cheerfully supplied a pen and napkins were spilling out of our tables’ chrome dispenser.  Hence the wild rumpus began and after a flurry of ideas we came up with the above offerings.

Any guesses as to where we were?