Someday I’ll get back to real estate in the Aude but in the meantime, there’s more to life than working. I’ve always thought of euchre as a Canadian card game, more specifically, an Eastern Canadian card game, because no one from anywhere else ever knows how to play.
I have trouble remembering which is a club and which is a spade but euchre is fun as long as no one is a killer. Here I am in the boonies of rural Aude figuring my euchre days are over when, voila, I meet Seth. He’s from Maine and when he said that he played I figured it was because Maine is so close to New Brunswick. Wrong, he learned in Ohio.
Tonight we played euchre. Seth taught – with interruptions form me, Steve and Lynne to play. Lynne and I were partners and we kicked butt! Seth said he thought it was because Lynne kept looking at Steve’s cards. I think it was our brilliant strategy. We’ll play again.
The problem is that Steve is leaving at the end of August. That means I have to find one euchre player. Or 5 euchre players. Volunteers?