I get a call the other day from a neighbor. She is someone I like and admire very much. She and I engaged in a little small talk and then she tells me that she plays Bridge once a week with a group of ladies here in my neighborhood. As she is telling me this I am wondering why she is telling me this. I thought it odd for her to mention as I thought she was calling me on official neighborhood business. So, yes she plays bridge. She goes on to explain that every once in a while their group invites others to play Bridge with them and was wondering if I would like to join them on Monday. I ask if they do that so that afterwards, they can laugh at us. She says, "Of course not! We laugh at you while you are there." Unfazed I reply, "I do not play Bridge but I would be delighted to join you on Monday." She asks if I know how to play cards at all. I replied, "Well not to brag or anything but I have played Go Fish and I do sometimes play Solitaire on my computer." I think I heard her stifle a laugh and then she asked if she could come over on Saturday to give me a few pointers. I would be honored. I am so excited to learn all about Bridge and the neighborhood ladies who play although I am nervous as I know the group is somewhat elderly and I tend to get nervous around those of advanced age and wisdom. In my life BC (before Costa) I likely would have turned down this wonderful opportunity. You see, among my many quirks, (some may say neuroses) is that I find it very difficult to leave my house. My life in the jungle seems to have cured me of that. Having had so few opportunities to socialize in the jungle left me hungry and grateful for the opportunities I have here. Where does the biscotti come in? I feel that giving my new Bridge friends some homemade biscotti is the least I can do.
My dearest Nora,
Having been a previous recipient of your homemade biscotti, I have to say that it's the perfect trump. =D
Besos,
M
Posted by: Marta | Saturday, March 01, 2008 at 12:26 PM