The Perfect Game

It was a perfect game. * It started three years ago when a friend asked if I wanted to learn to play Mah Jongg, could I be their “fourth.” I am not really a game player as I am not competitive by nature, but I knew the other women who were playing, and was assured it was going to be more fun than any kind of competition about winning. One of the women knew how to play and would teach us other three. And so it began. We learned the game and alot more during our three years of meeting once a week for 3 or 4 hours. We laughed, we shared, we celebrated milestones. We broke out into song if someone said something that reminded one of us of a lyric. Showtunes, sixties rock, folk songs. We snacked, we noshed, we drank a lot of coffee. It was fun to win, but we always cheered for the winner and would share our hands and discuss what we should have done, the luck of the pick of the tiles sometimes determining our ability to win or lose. It was a special time for all of us, we looked forward to it every week and nothing came between us and our game. No hidden rivalries, just four girls getting together and forging deeper friendships, through laughter and sharing while playing the perfect game.

Daily Prompt-The Perfect Game

* I say was because the unthinkable has happened and we are losing one of our 4 to cancer. I wrote about it here

13 thoughts on “The Perfect Game

  1. I remember my Mom playing game with her friends, the sound of the tiles and all the strange words they would say. I remember reading about your friend and wondered how she was. I’m so sorry to hear things are not good.

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    • The first time we played 2 of the women had the same experience come back to them as you- the sounds of those tiles clacking hitting the table. Cracks, Bams, Dots- the name of the tiles are said so those were the words you were hearing. It is a hard pill to swallow to believe one of us will be gone- thank you

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  2. I think I told you my best friend (who lived right behind me)–her mom and the other neighbor ladies used to play Mah Jongg on their back patio. I love the clacking sound of those tiles. I remember about your friend..how is she doing?

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