The rain started around three, and it is still raining. The high today will be 41° so no freezing. Tomorrow will be both rain and snow. We have had such ugly weather.

Henry pulled a Nala last night. I had two sausages from the butcher shop. When I was putting them in the pan on the stove, Henry grabbed one from my hand. I was shocked but not too shock to yell. I didn’t realize he had dropped it until I stepped on it and squished it a bit, but the five second rule was in effect so I picked it up and washed it. The sausage was none the worse for wear and was quite delicious.

When I was a kid, we played games, mostly on Friday nights. My parents also played with us. We played board games and card games. I remember Go to the Head of the Class, but I remember Sorry the most. It was a wonderfully vicious game. Retribution was part of each move. I still have that original Sorry game.

I learned all sorts of card games from my father. Our favorite was cribbage. He was a fanatic. He hated to lose. I remember as an adult sitting at the kitchen table playing until he won.

Starting when I was young, we played whist. My father and brother were partners as were my mother and I. We won all the time. My brother used to beg to change partners. We never did. Whist was also the big card game at my college, but it was kitty whist. My father scoffed. We played Casino, Fan Tan and Gin.

Even when I was an adult we still played cards at the kitchen table. My Uncle Jack used to come as did my Aunt Mary. The bar was set up on the counter. The room was filled with smoke. Even in winter we kept the back door open. High Low Jack aka Pitch was the big game. My father was a mad man if he didn’t make his bid. All of us had a single purpose, trump my dad. Those nights were such fun.

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