Leaving behind the damp and darkness, I step into the house. The wood stove has absorbed the cool air and warmed the kitchen. I smile because my husband has the Parcheesi board set up on the kitchen table. Over the last few years we have gone through months of playing everyday at least one game. Soon after we play, I forget who has won, but during the match decisions made on behalf of winning makes us each look as though we walk through life as ruthless, highly competitive, self absorbed adults.
Moments may pass between each turn as moves are carefully contemplated, sometimes dismissing one play and another in favor of our ultimate move. Our wits carry us through as well as luck. We sit in the same seats, we have the same colored tokens night after night. An escape; it carries us away from adult responsibility and perhaps transports us to a time when decisions were as simple and ordinary as rolling a die and moving into home where it is safe.
3 comments:
I really like this--love that you and your husband escape the world of adulthood in the same way, in a Parcheesi board. Hope it continues forever!
I love how you end your post. Games do take us back to simpler times. When we are children we can't wait to grow up. When we are grown we look back and wonder why we were in such a hurry. Enjoy your games.
This just makes me smile. First of all, I love Parcheesi. It was the game I planned with my grandma, night after night, years ago. Secondly, I think it is great that the two of you take time to play each night. I really like that idea.
I loved this line, " it carries us away from adult responsibility and perhaps transports us to a time when decisions were as simple and ordinary as rolling a die and moving into home where it is safe."
Cathy
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