We’ve got some time on our hands. More than we ever used to.
Time that M and I now spend fiddling with our various remotes.
Cable, Roku, DVR–they’re a time suck. Plus, we don’t like many of the same movies or programs. So we’re flying solo.
Riley is always pointing out that I spend too much time on the computer. Alone.
Time that would be better spent doing something more interesting.
And then, I thought about something M and I used to do together when were young marrieds.
No, not that. Although, yeah, that too.
Way back in my brain were memories of happy nights we spent playing backgammon. So, I acquired a set and the other night, we gave it a go.
“I have absolutely no memory of playing this game,” M said, perusing the detailed, fine-print instructions.
“I remember a little,” I said. “Just not the rules, exactly.”
We struggled for a while with the game instructions. Directions that were a piece of cake in our 20s now seemed intimidating and difficult.
Were we that much smarter when we were young?
But as we began playing, I remembered a little more. And even some strategy.
As we finished a game, I asked, “So, now do you remember it?”
“Not at all,” M. said. “Nada.”
I felt a little relief, since I, too, have those brain freezes in which things that I’d done before seem foreign.
It’s normal, I know, at this age, but that doesn’t make it any more palatable.
It did help that I won, though.
There’s still life in the old girl, after all.
The game of backgammon.
I highly recommend it.