Reality isn’t my friend right now. G.’s illness is taking it’s toll mentally and physically. I tend to look for things that take me away. The latest version of Bejeweled Blitz can make an hour (or two) disappear. Top Chef and Project Runaway provides a bit of entertainment. But for total escapism, I look to ELLE magazine. I’ve had two month’s worth of issues piled up and over the past two weeks I have leisurely flipped through their pages. Each ad and each editorial page makes me fantasize that I’m wearing these items and living the life that was Before-Baby-A. And that is okay, we don’t always have to deal with the right here and now.
Really I didn’t think I needed it, I didn’t think I was addicted, and I never thought I’d be bummed that I couldn’t play a video game. Tonight I’m learning when it comes to Bejeweled Blitz, all of the above is true.
I was first introduced to this simple, mind game on my Treo. The goal is to line-up a bunch of shiny, sparkly jewels and score as many points as possible in a limited amount of time. And sort of like ice cream—one spoonful is never enough—one game of Bejeweled Blitz won’t do. This could explain why it was so helpful during the insomnia bouts I had while I was pregnant.
After joining Facebook, I was introduced to a more sophisticated version. And tonight when I need a break from all the research I’m reading, it’s down for maintenance and I’m realizing what a great break it is. It looks like I may just pick up my Treo again.