As the summer wears on and I spend increasing amounts of time away from home in the smoke ridden house of my grandmother, I am beginning to realize the true meaning of boredom. I do like fort collins, and I always wake with a list of things she (my grandma) would like to have me do, various errands and chores, and there's always a good amount of time that can escape through a nice walk. Time is abundant, however, and I am lacking an instrument and a good book, not to mention a vehicle and a license with which to legally drive it. The point of spewing all this was that this fine day, I decided to shuffel a deck of cards, then memorize it. I was expecting the task to be incredibly difficult, and it was just that. It's amazing how the human mind works. I tried laying all the cards out in front of me, but could only get around ten cards cited off correctly. Then, remembering all the childish acronyms and acrostics of my past, I tried grouping. In packs of three, the cards were instantly much easier to recall. Without realizing it, I was constantly scanning all kinds of patterns. Red, red, black. 2+3+8= 13. After playing around with various methods, I could remember more than half a deck in the proper order given two minutes to study the cards; much improved from my first attempt. Perhaps I find too much amusement in this, but the mind is a strange instrument.
I heard someone say, "Creativity is abused, always being used improperly." I feel a story coming....
-Peace-
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