2003-08-02 - 2:15 a.m. - cribbage, life, yoes, rap

I was doing so much better yesterday – didn’t even touch the book; then I fell off the bandwagon today and read over 200 pages. So much for doing laundry, housecleaning, gardening…I was just going to read one chapter – really. Obviously that didn’t happen. I was really trying to have this book last as long as possible – at least through the month of August since who knows when J.K. Rowling will come out with the next installment. I want to savor it and not go too fast….but my mind says, "just one more chapter…to see what happens…" I’ll be lucky if I haven’t finished it by the end of the first week in August!

As I started the book on Monday night, it felt like I was meeting up again with old friends. The personalities were all familiar (with some notable changes by the teen angst); the setting was the same, and there was mention of memories we all shared from previous adventures. There’s nothing quite like reading such a fine series as the Harry Potter novels.

But enough about Harry for now. I actually have been doing a few other things, like learning cribbage. My dad will be so proud. I learned how to count points on Tuesday night while watching my friends J and T play. Tonight I played my own hands and actually started to learn a bit about the strategy. When you miss counting points, we call it Muggles. That’s not really the cribbage term, but we’ve all got Harry on our minds. I didn’t win – especially when J was almost skunking us – I started calling him Seabiscuit since his pegs were so far ahead of mine and T’s and the cribbage board itself reminded me of a race track.

After cribbage we played "Boggle". My mind was boggled and I realize I really suck at the game. I was getting maybe 1 or 2 points while my appoints were double-digiting. It was a bit frustrating so I didn’t play too many rounds. Then we played one of my all-time favorite childhood games – "Life". I was a doctor but had no kids. My friends determined that my husband was gay and we weren’t having sex because he was getting it at the bath houses. My friend who is gay selected a blue person (male) to be his husband when he got married. I stated that we must be in Canada – "Oh, Canada…" My friend and his blue partner (blue men group minus one or maybe it’s two – I forget how many are in the group – as if it matters) had two kids, and we determined they were adopted from foreign lands. My other friend, T, had 6 kids. She was too poor to buy a mini-van and obviously knew nothing about contraception. I stated at one point that playing the game of "Life" as an adult was much different than playing it as a kid. "I never remember having these types of conversations!"

Yesterday I went Yo hunting. It takes a bit of skill, a good eye, and a great deal of patience to hunt for Yoes (I’m not sure what the plural is for Yo – I tried Yos but that wouldn’t sound right and Yo’s is possessive, so perhaps it’s yoes…then again, it matters not.) What are they? They are beautiful rocks whose formation by silt deposits creates concentric circled patterns on them so that they look like a half of a yo-yo, thus, the name, Yo. They are unique to the North Fork of the Santiem River about 1.5 hrs south of Portland where I was visiting a friend yesterday. Perhaps they are in other rivers as well, but for my story, I’ll say there are found only here. You can find them on the dry parts of the river-bed as well as in the river itself. I was a better hunter on the dry land than in the water, but my Piscean self enjoyed the water hunts so much more. I could make the description of my hunts much more poetic, but I’m tired. Let’s just say, I had a bunch of no-yoes during the aquatic searches. I was calling my friend who introduced us to this wonderful sport Yo-Yo Ma since she was the queen of finding these unique artifacts.

Upon arriving home and seeing the front page of yesterday’s paper, I just had to write this – my first (and most likely my last) rap given that the rhythm is so off. I’m sure many could do much better…perhaps I’ll keep working on this first draft and send a copy to Eminem. (hahahahahahaha). It has no title as of yet. Perhaps I should call it Yo Yo Bush:

If you’re a homo’

Marriage is a no go

What’s the reason

It’s a winner

Bush has said we

are all sinners

Then there’s Rev’rend Pat

And this is his belief

That marriage is

foundational

for society

But if that is the case

I want to quit this human race

For don’t they know

This stat is true

Divorce will end

Every one in two

Hetero marriage

It’s a rocky

institution

So why on earth

Are we changing

the constitution.

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