As the years went on and kids were born, the games were put away- the cards and wee pieces were lost and the boxes thrown away. I saw my old backgammon board the other day in the attic and I noticed that some of the stones were chipped. It made me somewhat nostalgic for that stretch of time that we took for granted on Sunday mornings.
Recently, when we went to Jamaica and had ample time to relax, we bought a deck of cards and I taught Bill how to play "31" or "Scat" as it's more popularly known. (I mistakenly call the game "Spit" all the time.) The ladies at work taught me the game; we play sometimes at lunch as we kid each other and pretend we care about who wins.
The only game we have played with regularity is what we have dubbed "The Birthday game". On Saturday mornings the Buffalo News lists the ages of famous people. Bill reads out the names and I guess the ages - 2 points for getting the age exactly right and 1 point for plus or minus a year. He is always the moderator, and I am always the guesser. I don't know why we like this game - but it's the one that has stood the test of time.
It occurred to me last week that the reason this game has lasted is because it's the only game where we don't compete. There may be some wisdom in that.
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