Bingo!

My mother loves, LOVES Bingo.  She came to her joy of Bingo when she went to her first facility.  They play about three times a week and had a great volunteer group come in one night a month to play.  The facility proctored one they played for a dime per card, the volunteer group handed out great, useful prizes – toothbrushes, socks, soap.  The current place also plays bingo – not as often but on various floors so nice change of scenery.

I went to visit last week – thinking I was timing it perfectly that bingo was over.  Their schedule had gotten off and bingo was delayed. Starting shortly after I got there.  Needless to say, my mother was in her bingo spot and was NOT moving for me or anyone.  Nope.  She summons me to her with the index finger universal sign “come here”.  I go over and she asks for her dime bag. I tell her this place does not play for money (I’m not sure Dorothy is cool with this.  She likes bingo and her dimes).  But this statement cleared up A LOT for the activity director.  She said Dorothy always asks for her dime bag for bingo.  I explained they played for a dime a card at the previous place – not sure but I think the AD thought perhaps my mom was a pothead – hmm that may be a good way to calm her monkey mind? 🙂  Nope, just a gambling bingo fool she is.

As I leave they call the first number – B6 – I am at the elevator, about 50 feet from bingo parlor when I hear my mom say to the women next to her “how’d you get all those numbers covered? You should have two at the most” (For non bingo folks – one would be the free space, the other B6 if you have it).  My mother LIKES and follows rules – cheating at bingo will not be tolerated obviously.

The fractured brain is a funny thing.  My mother knows games and wins at most they play – trivia, state capitals, wheel of fortune, etc but has no idea what year it is, if she had lunch, etc. I cracked up at her disdain due to the above and the fact the apple does not fall far from the tree.