No game

“Having game” is an English language expression which I don’t remember from childhood. Maybe it is American? Probably not polite enough to be of Canadian origin. And not quite stuffy enough to be of English origin.

According to the Urban Dictionary – it relates guys being good at getting girls (my comment – complete with bullshit).

The Free Dictionary usually does a better job at idioms. In this case there are two offerings:

  1. slang To be good or adept (at something).
  2. in. to have skill; to have spirit or willingness to get involved in the action.

 

Both of which make a lot more sense to me. But neither explains the confusion when you attempt to use the negative. As is, I have no game [to go to]. Which was interpreted various ways – mostly having to do with something not operating on my computer.

What it really meant was that the Cal Women’s Basketball game was cancelled. It would have been nice to know this prior to 1800….

“Oh,” he said, “I received an email about that earlier in the week.”

“Might have been nice to share that information earlier” was my reply.

He might not always have game?

But the kids? Miriam now has a driver’s license with a pass on her first road test. Dani has the wallpaper up and that floor sealed.

Me? I should be able to finish Cryptid tomorrow as I have stitched the last critter and just have a few more stitches to complete the frame.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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