“Life is more fun if you play games.” Roald Dahl
On my recent visit to Canada I spent some of my time
being humiliated playing games. Actually, my skill as a Bocce Ball player improved at lightening speed. However, it did not improve fast enough to surpass the skill of my hosts.
A short detour in this expose’. People ask if I visited some of the shops on the island where I vacationed. No, there are none. Did I stroll along the roads or sidewalks? There are none. How about sitting out on the lawn? None.
This leads to a discussion of the Bocce Ball court. A person can Google Bocce Ball Courts and see well groomed stretches of smooth surfaces. Our court …
The usual hazards on our court included inclines, twigs, acorns, and tree roots. Throws generally had a lovely unpredictability to them. A Bocce Ball hitting an acorn would shoot off in an unexpected direction. It was wonderfully hilarious!
A more predictable game was Crokinole. That’s played inside on a table without the benefit of a nature assist. No, I was not familiar with the game, but after a few hints from my friend, Margaret, I was able to send a disc flying out of control with enough speed to put out an eye. What a great family game!
Margaret, smiling, because she won again! Also, because she still has use of both her eyes in spite of my playing style.
We also spent some time playing Scrabble online, each at our own laptops. I’ll let you guess who the big winner is in that department. Remember, I’m an English major!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.