I guess there are two kinds of people, those who enjoy playing games and those who don’t. I’m not a game player, and the prospect of going to a “game night” at someone’s house, though I may love them dearly, fills me with anxiety. And this is in spite of the fact that I have enjoyed playing games at one time or another–enough so you’d think I might identify myself differently.
Yesterday afternoon we had a really fun time learning to play Farkle from our middle son who was over. It was fun, fast-moving, and a great way to carve out some mutual space and enjoy the time we spent together. A rather perfect Sunday afternoon occupation. I’ll be ready for another game sometime soon.
When I was growing up, we had Candyland and Sorry–I think those were my first two board games. I remember adults being kind enough to sit and play Sorry with Ken and me. And I remember Dad bringing home a Monopoly game–and we could not finish the game before bedtime. He had no idea what we were in for with that, I expect. We had to set the board aside, hope our dog did not crash into it, and come back to it the next night. Monopoly did not catch on with us, and probably we were too young.
And then there were the summertime Monopoly games conducted by our stepdad. This was on lazy weekend afternoons when we were in our preteens or early teens, the weather so hot there was nothing else, really, to do. The board was laid out on the living room floor, and John would absolutely play for blood. He stepped up the level of play from the desultory, boring game we remembered to a cutthroat, heart-pounding game where every turn was an opportunity to build an empire or go down in the ignominy of bankruptcy at the hands of your fellow hotel tycoons.
John also loved to play bridge, and many nights after the dishes were done, the deck of cards would come out. Mom went along with graciously with it (they were essentially newlyweds at that time) and Ken and I were bodies in the chair, necessary to make up the foursome. We tried to learn the game but we knew we were not functioning at adult levels and thus could never quite do credit to our partner. We breathed sighs of relief when we were the dummy.
Yesterday’s game of Farkle was just right, and we’ll have to get some dice so we can have it in reserve for the next time the moment is right for a game.