In yesterday’s post, which had lots of sentences, this was one of them:
Guess where Bernard blogs?
As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I love guessing games. I often ask people to guess things, and I enjoy when people ask me to guess, too.
I’m guessing I love guessing games because that was a tradition in my family. When I was growing up, my father, mother, sister, and I would try to guess something somebody was thinking about, by asking Yes or No Questions. For example, my father might say, “Guess who I saw today?” and the game was afoot.
Later, I remember driving with my sister and my young son to visit my mother, and the three of us playing that same game in the car. “Guess what I did last weekend?” Or somebody would start a story, “Something happened … ” and somebody would say, “Wait! Let us guess what it was!”
I think it’s fun to guess. Although — as I’ve written about before (guess how many times!) — guessing things, without balancing that with reality testing, can sometimes lead to confusion, errors, and pain.
Something I’m not sure of: Should there be a question mark at the end of a “Guess” invitation, like the one about our fellow blogger above? Is that a question or a statement?
I have to end this blog post early today. Would anybody like to guess why?
One more game, before I go: Guess what item in my local supermarket has this incredible price per pound:
This is too much fun! I don’t want this post to end.
I just HAVE to tell you this: Here’s actual dialog between Michael and me, earlier this morning:
Ann: I’ve got to go blog.
Michael: What’s today’s topic, baby?
Ann: No. That’s the topic.
Michael: I can’t. What is it?
Guess what that reminds me of?
Thanks to my family, to Michael, to guessers everywhere, and to you — of course! — for reading (and, I hope, guessing) today.