(For example, “musical ending” could be “phonic”, (from stereophonic”.) An “intro” could be a speech, or a word prefix. For example, a clue for “bed” could be a place to sleep, or plant flowers. I began to recognize the patterns, the lines of thinking. If I find that the theme is just majorly too confusing, I can set it aside for another time. Checking my initial answers to see if I’m on the right track. Playing just because playing is enjoyable?Īnd so I continued to do those (a little simpler) daily puzzles, getting used to that crossword “culture”. Perhaps coming around again to pick it up, after learning a few more moves…. Now, if I make my life ambition to perform as a concert pianist, I obviously have to learn to perfect my skills on my own, challenging myself to do better, faster, with energy, until my hands almost move on their own, without conscious thought.īut what if I just want to ease my mind by the actual practice of playing? Badly, slowly, leaving a piece of music that doesn’t speak to me. When I make a mistake, my teacher would show me the right way to do it, and encourage me to copy their motions. I would eventually master a song, a simple one. They might play along with me, as I master one sequence of notes. They would start me with simple exercises, practices, teaching my fingers the right places to go.
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If I want to learn how to play the piano, do I sit down in front of it and try to blast my way through it? (Perhaps starting with a Mozart concerto….?) Nobody is born knowing how to play the piano. Let’s walk “cheating” back to the fence, and start over. IF we assign solving a crossword puzzle the ultimate measure of our integrity and our ability. Yes, in the strictest sense of the word, peeking = cheating…. (They are the “dailies”, not the monster Sunday versions.) And hey, the answers were right there, in the back! I could cheat! (Put a pin here.) I’m guessing because they were small, I thought I could try them. So I decided I would never be clever enough to ever finish one.Įxcept, one day, while browsing a thrift shop, I found a daily calendar pad of, you guessed it, a year’s worth of NYT crossword puzzles. He also knew every single baseball trivia question known to man.) One of our most brilliant friends regularly tackled the Sunday NYT puzzle, even harder than the daily ones.
Literal meanings behind the clue? A play on words? Or just a word I’d never heard of before? Add in the underlying theme just added to the misery, such as the theme, “You Are Here” meant adding “ur” to a common adage to twist the meaning. I had no idea how the mind of the puzzle-maker worked. I could read every single clue, and maybe… maybe…have an idea for one or two. The Detroit Free Press, The Baltimore Sun, The Boston Globe, The Keene Sentinel, and now, The Press Democrat.īut I steered clear of the New York Times crossword puzzle. But in time, I would do the daily crosswords in our local newspaper, too. I don’t remember when I took up crosswords, myself. Now that we’ve been married over forty years, I know that even such simple things as this, these moments shared, are a blessing in a marriage.
I’d always wonder why they did something that seemed so boring. When he got stuck, he’d say to my mom, “What’s a six letter word for “high hat” that goes s-blank-blank-blank-t-y?” and she’d think a moment and say, “Snooty”. One of my strongest memories growing up was seeing my parents work on the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
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