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Working on an old journal entry this morning, I was reminded of the old desire to learn Spanish, and for about fifteen minutes I was feeling hard-settled on making a try now, at 52. I was already thinking about what I should get: vocabulary flashcards, a textbook, do I still have that Spanish-English dictionary? However, as this manic fever broke, I realized that I had given in to another delusion. I am not going to pick up a language now!
I will not be picking up any new tricks in my gray years. I have to make do with what I already have in my bag of goodies. Hell, when I got trounced by Robot-1400 this afternoon, I considered whether I ought to drop chess, but I decided that I have too few goodies in my bag, so that I really cannot be throwing things away that are perfectly serviceable. I am never going to achieve Grand Master status, but I enjoy the game and its lore. In fact, I've been big on chess lately, spending more time on the board, even imagining a future in which chess is all that I do, aside from some occasional desultory reading. That's going too far in the other direction, but it is safe to say that chess is a keeper.
I will not be picking up any new tricks in my gray years. I have to make do with what I already have in my bag of goodies. Hell, when I got trounced by Robot-1400 this afternoon, I considered whether I ought to drop chess, but I decided that I have too few goodies in my bag, so that I really cannot be throwing things away that are perfectly serviceable. I am never going to achieve Grand Master status, but I enjoy the game and its lore. In fact, I've been big on chess lately, spending more time on the board, even imagining a future in which chess is all that I do, aside from some occasional desultory reading. That's going too far in the other direction, but it is safe to say that chess is a keeper.
