Mar 1, 2021: Patchy At Best

Back to the board games, huzzah.

Patchwork this time. Get polyominos. Fit them on a board. Try not to have a negative score like you always get. Don’t cry.

That’s patchwork.

It’s a good game. It’s a simple game. It’s very easy to teach, learn and play. I do not find it easy to win. Or even get a positive score. Before today, I had not achieved anything above zero, I don’t think. I mentioned how hard it was to get a non-negative score during our gaming with Nik and Daniel last week and they both shot me down saying it was easy to achieve.

Well, it’s not. I don’t care what they say. It’s hard to get a positive score. It’s soul-destroying looking at the unfilled squares on your board which essentially mock you for all the poor decisions you’ve made during the game. Pissing things.

Anyway, I managed to get a positive score. Yaay. And a decent one at that. Like a good positive. Not just nudging into the pluses, it was double digits. The best score I have ever had, and the best score I will ever get. There will never be a greater moment than this. This is the peak of it all. Nothing can surpass it.

Then we played again and it was back to the negatives.

It’s such a fickle game.

I hate it.

But I don’t hate it. I hate that I can’t do it, especially when I play games – all sorts of games – and that’s my thing. And this is essentially Tetris if you had to pay for the pieces with buttons, and I just can’t do it. I can’t even manage to be the first person with a 7 by 7 filled square. Every time I’m one piece away from getting it, Carole casually sweeps in and snatches it from me. I should be able to play this thing. Maybe I think about it too deeply. Maybe I’m looking too many moves ahead and I should be focusing on the pieces in front of me.

Or maybe I’m just rubbish at it and destined never to win. Apart from that one time tonight, but that won’t happen again anytime ever. I knew from the first turn of our second game (i.e. the one after I won) that I was on a downhill slide. The first turn. I knew as soon as I made my move and Carole made hers that it was all over.

And yet the game before I was like a machine.

Calculating. Making quick moves. Decisive moves.

I guess we’ll have to go with possession. But even if that was the case, it was my body that did the playing. So that win still counts.