Indeed. It sounds soul-crushingly boring to me. She worked in a sweatshop, back when that was legal in the US. She couldn't afford the entertainment that's been available to me for my entire life. Used paperbacks were always affordable, even on my preteen allowance; it wasn't until adulthood that I learned that I was taking my comparative wealth for granted. When she could afford yarn or string, she'd crochet or tat... but she claimed to actually enjoy the solitaire. To me, it seems to be a monastic, meditative passtime. There's virtue in enjoying simple pleasures... but I'd probably lose it.
