Dutch Blitz is like Double Solitaire on speed dial. To win you have to be quick, see multiple numbers at a time, and hold them in your head. You also have to sort by color. And focus, block everything out but the numbers before you.

I’m not quick. Numbers and I get along well, but at a leisurely pace. I’m great with colors, but I don’t think I have ever won a game of Dutch Blitz. “Focus,” in my world. does not include numbers. And focusing ability happens early on in the game. After that, my brain compartmentalizes into social structures.

“So why do I play it?” That’s what my grandkids asked me today. I like the process. I enjoy playing games, especially with my kiddos. And when I, very occasionally, am the one to call “Blitz” during a round, I rejoice. When I end up with positive points or even a zero, it’s a win in my book.

I can name the people I will never beat: Colleen, Olivia, or Abby. I have come close (shorter games) against Lynn and Carrie, but haven’t won one yet. Still, I seldom say “no” to playing a game.

Don’t get me wrong—I love to win. I try to win. But it doesn’t really matter that much, I guess. I’m doing things with people, I’m having fun, and we’re sitting together at a table. Okay, when I can’t seem to stay above 0, some of the fun drains away. But I don’t quit. I don’t mind the basement when I have friendly faces around.

What was the score of the game today? I don’t know—but Kendall got past 100 first. I got a couple of blitzes. What was the fun score? I think we all got to 100 about the same time. Now Oren is painting, Kendall is reading, and I remembered I needed to write a “vonderful goot” blog for Monday.

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I hope you take the time to enjoy the music I add at the end of my Monday blogs. This is one of my favorite songs, and sung by a group that I have just discovered. Enjoy.