“Life is more fun if you play games.”

Winter has been kinder to us than we expected. We didn’t the amount of snow the rest of the state did. Saturday it rained all night and yesterday it sleeted. Even now we are a tick above freezing. The roads, though, are still horrible. The ruts are difficult to navigate and going around corners is dangerous because of the sliding and the blocked views of on-coming cars. I can’t even remember the last time I saw sun. I think one glimpse of that light would be enough to bolster my spirit.

Last night was game night, and it was so much fun. We had great eats: cheeseburger sliders, chips and fruit and brownies for dessert. We played Phase 10, Sorry and Uno, a game we haven’t played in years. I had such a fistful of cards at one point I could have used an extra hand. There were so many cards I couldn’t even fan them. I didn’t win. I did win a game of Sorry.

My parents were game people so we grew up playing games. For that I am grateful. I was the only kid who actually knew what to do with dominoes besides setting them up to fall one after the other in a spectacular display. I was taught whist at an early age because my parents were grooming my brother and me to be their partners. It was always girls versus boys, and we usually won. My mother was a patient partner who never yelled even if I made a mistake. My father, on the hand, was a passionate player who did yell. I was glad he wasn’t my partner. I never liked Monopoly. It was boring and seemed to last forever. Parcheesi was fun until someone set up a blockade.

When I was older, we played card games all the time. My dad and I would play cribbage until he won, we’d all play skat and untold games of high-low jack, our favorite. Friday nights at my parents’ house were always get-together nights. My uncle would usually come and stay all night. We’d sit at the kitchen table playing cards. At some point in the evening the singing would start. I remember the phone ringing at my house on a few Fridays in the wee hours. I knew exactly who it was. When I picked up the phone, my uncle began to sing. He always called me Leeny when he was in his cups. I enjoyed those phone calls despite the hour.

I love that my friends are all game players.

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4 Comments on ““Life is more fun if you play games.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    We played cardsin my family, especially whist but lots of other ones too. My best friends family however played all kinds of games and I too was one of the few who know how to use those dominoes because of them 🙂

    Well we did play our version of Sorry, Fia with a push as we call it, at home, that is a funny gfame even if one lose 🙂

    Sunny and warm again today but it will go downhill from now on, thankfully it will stay above 32F during days though. But the best of all, they don’t predict any more snow 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I just got my car stuck in a snowbound and it won’t move. I was trying to avoid a dog which walked behind my car and my good seminarian deed got me caught. I called Skip and he’ll be here tomorrow.

      We always got a new game for Christmas. That’s how we first got Sorry, and here we are still playing it.

      More snow coming on Thursday but they don’t know how much yet. It depends on some shift in the pattern.Much colder weather coming too. Enough is enough!!

      Have a great evening!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Dominoes and Memory (Concentration, Pairs, however you call it) are also nice individual presents if you craft the game yourself with personal photos. Just glue printed photos on colored cardboards.

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