A couple of days ago, my very busy, hard-working husband had back surgery to repair a herniated disk. The procedure went smoothly and he, thank God, is recovering well – but, unfortunately, not speedily.
Day two of his recovery is happening on MY time, and the poor man is bored out of his mind. So after working for a few hours and watching him wandering from the refrigerator to the pantry, I decided that maybe we should play a board (bored) game. First we tried Boggle and then swiftly moved onto Rummikub and that’s where today’s blog came from. I just had to share it with you, my friends.
First, let me start by saying that we have not opened this game in probably 10 years. And, something strange happened in those 10 years – we got 10 years older.
The funniest part of this experience starts when my husband picks his first tile and needs to tilt his head up to find the line of his glasses so he can read the one inch number on the tile. Then it is my turn – and I find myself doing the same exact thing. This sets me into a laughing frenzy. When the hell did that happen? It wasn’t like this the last time we played.
Next, comes the mix up of the red and orange tiles. The two of us repeatedly place what we think is a red, orange and blue set, but NOPE, that would be two reds and a blue. Again, when the hell did that happen? 10 years ago I could certainly tell the difference between the red and orange tiles. My husband’s errors I can understand – he’s colorblind. Me, I guess I’m just getting old. So, trying to find the line in my glasses, reading the colors of tiles, this afternoon of fun turned out to be quite interesting and very, very comical. The only saving grace is that I kicked his butt in all three games – no worries, I was nowhere near the incision.
Besides a few hours of laughter and passing the time for my bored husband, the greatest joy I had was remembering all the times I played Rummikub with my mom. My God, she LOVED this game. We spent hours upon hours playing this game at our summer place growing up, and I must say she was really, really good at it. Honestly, I don’t think I ever beat her. She would maneuver that board like no one I’d ever seen. While I was kicking my husband’s butt today, it dawned on me that I am about the same age my mom was the last time we played. Suddenly, I was a 20-something year old kid seeing my mom play with such a smile on her face. I can remember it like it was yesterday. What a warm fuzzy I had today. It was a joyful memory. I’m so fortunate to have this venue to share my Rummikub story.
So you can see how I felt old and young today all in one afternoon of fun. I’ll keep you up to date on my husband’s progress, but for now, please keep me in your prayers…oh sorry, him, I meant to say him. Please keep HIM in your prayers.
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