Mah Jongg Our Mother’s Game? No joke(r.)

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So many of the old adages are now living at our front door.

Cliches that we never got, couldn’t internalize or just weren’t ready for have now come into play with regularity.

Fortuitously, they serve as the bettor at our Mah-jongg table.

More forgiving and grateful, less verbalizing differences seems to be our new posture. We sit down and the magic occurs. First game out we adjust our seat, call on our strategy and throw the dice. We leave so much more to chance. No rebuffing what is, just fact and acceptance feel like the right path to take. We flinch at the first interference in our game of Life–and in turn almost welcome it. A phone call from our friends kid sharing the joy over their daughter’s ballet recital is typical. An interruption because the dentists office is calling to reschedule our appointment.

Perhaps the bell ringing when the handyman comes to fix the leak in the bathroom sink.

We pool our woes and share our joys. Are we lucky or have we turned happenstance into “sheer” delight?

Our parents had an activity with their weekly group of couples called “Coffee and…” We now understand that the “and” was so much more than rugelach or chocolate babka from Bread. We love our “and.” When we were younger and had chicken for lunch, we would save the wings for last. Now we sit down and go for the wings first. We decided it’s because we can’t wait to get back to what we came for. The real bonus to this activity is that it recapitulates our parents activity of continuity. Well here’s to so many more days of Mah Jongg “And.”