[Please share any of my posts. We’re getting down to the way-too-close point of the month to get storage caught up before it gets more added to it.]
I finally got up (pain) to go out to the kitchen, determined to make cookies. It’s chore time (weekends, it’s at 10am), so back to the room I go.
I wanted to make sugar cookies, but every recipe out there says I need baking powder. I wouldn’t hesitate in a normal situation, but I have one lower cabinet and limited space. I don’t have any and I doubt the house supply of stuff does either.
So, I’ve settled on baking shortbread. It has three freaking ingredients: sugar, flour, and butter. I’ll add some vanilla extract because I want flavor. After chore time.
One of the two blog post ideas I had running around in my head yesterday was about games and board games.
When I was a kid, my dad, brother, sister and I would set up a table in the living room and play Monopoly or Parcheesi, or some other game we had on hand. I enjoyed those evenings. Mom never played. I didn’t know why then and still don’t now. And unless someone wants to hold a seance, I’ll never know. I have other, more pressing questions to ask her anyway. Like why didn’t she finish college.
Since reaching adulthood, though, I’ve strayed from playing them. Any board games. I’m just not interested.
So, why am I bringing this up now? Because someone here started an “anything goes” group on Friday evenings and it’s usually things like Pictionary. Meh.
Every week, someone asks me if I’m gonna go play. Just like when the people who do Bingo and dinner come around each week. I get asked if I’m gonna go play.
So, last night, I started wondering why I don’t want to play them anymore. When friends hold a game night and invite me, I don’t go.
It could be partly from the New Years Eve when my last living grandparent died that morning and I still went to a slumber party from my church group. I stayed in one chair the whole night except for using the bathroom. I didn’t go play Jenga in the dining room. I didn’t participate in any other games. I was mourning. Shut down.
Maybe a small part of it. But I also have become increasingly tired of competition. Yes, I’ll watch my favorite teams play, but participating? Nope. Not really interested. I’ve watched as people who aren’t family get all wound up in the competitiveness and lose sight of the fun part. I just don’t see it as fun when people get borderline vicious over a damn game.
With family, it was fun. Family gatherings playing various games were always a blast. Now? I rarely see them. I think with family, it’s understood that it’s all silly fun. When you’re dealing with the people I live with, that understanding isn’t there.
Well, chore time is over, so the kitchen is open again.
Still need help with financial stuff…