Our back yard. Lots of places to hide in yards like this up and down the block, as well as in the deep ditches of the school yard across the street.
Those summer nights of hide and seek where we were willing quarry,
our efforts to make curfew were too often dilatory.
Our neighborhood adventures stretched out under the stars—
those shadowed venturings abroad, hiding behind cars,
in barrow pits or hedges, darting through the dark,
avoiding passing car lights and the dog’s insistent bark.
Bigger kids the kingpins of this nightly sequestering,
lying still as death with our fears of capture festering.
That titillating strain of remaining undetected,
somehow in our memories has made us more connected.
How we so consistently lay spread out on the ground
cowering, but secretly hoping to be found
by that special someone who, in our pre-teen flush
even then, in passing, could bring about our blush.
All this search and parrying that we called summer games
very soon would fill our lives called by other names.
Prompt words today are strain, kingpin, nightly and dilatory.
Category Archives: Games
Mexican Train and Pink Gin
I fell asleep on my couch at 8:30 last night and just woke up at 5 a.m. Luckily, I’d thrown a cape over the back of the couch that I could pull over me, as it was chilly last night. I guess that’s what happens when I have people over to play Mexican Train in the afternoon and bring the gin out early to drown my sorrows!
Mexican Train and Pink Gin
A minuscule spray of bitters and a little squeeze of lime
helps to make the gin go down in a record time.
It is a regal drink to sip while shuffling the tiles.
When you have no train again, it helps restore the smiles.
It brings an alteration when you feel inclined to pout,
and will make your losing easier to take, without a doubt!
Recipe for soothing defeat: (Also called a “Pretty Tony.”) Pour gin into an ice-filled rocks glass; squeeze in half a lime and drop into drink. Stir in bitters and tonic.
The prompt words today are spray, regal and alteration. Here are the links:
A Little Scrabble Miracle
If you are a Scrabble player, you will realize how unlikely it is that anyone can find room for a 7 letter word during the last few plays. First of all, the likelihood of drawing 7 letters that make a word so late in the game are unlikely, and secondly, there is rarely a space for a seven letter word, sincle most of the board is already covered. What, then, are the chances that you would both have the same letters left to build the exact same seven letter word in the same turn? In this case, the word in itself was rather unusual. Look for it in the photo below. I’ll let you have a look while I run to the ladies room, and when I get back, I’ll tell you the answer. Two turns later, the final word was played and the game was over.
If you found “urinate” written twice on the board, you are right. Again, what are the odds? This is an online game, by the way. I play with my friend Marti in California. I’m in Mexico.
Childish Games: NaPoWriMo 2017, Apr 20
The dominoes go head to toe.
They must line up precisely so.
Why that’s so, we do not know.
It was determined long ago.
Rules of the game were made to last
ages ago, long in the past.
They tell us when to break our line,
when turning sideways is just fine.
Who can play, in perfect order.
How to avoid the table’s border.
When to ride each other’s train,
then when it is forbidden again.
Necessary rules to follow
lest our world turn blank and hollow?
Senseless rules to senseless games,
we line up tokens on boards and frames.
Sometimes the stakes are higher when
the rules, determined by famous men,
turn life and death, each token one
less calculated to end in fun.
All game pieces hidden away,
there to use some other day
when some fool says it’s okay.
Secrecy the rules of play.
Suddenly, the play’s no fun.
We want the gaming to be done.
Put away the games and toys.
It’s time for you to grow up, boys.
The prompt in NaPoWriMo today is to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Mine was based on the domino game called “Chickenfoot” or “Mexican Train.” Ironically, in Mexico it is called “Tren Cubano” or “Cuban Train.” Guess everyone likes to pass the buck.
Rock, Paper, Scissors
This photo is for Cee’s game series, this game being Rock, Paper, Scissors.
How I spent my Xmas vacation! The heat is on to finish before Xmas Eve as my sister needs the counter for dinner preparation!!!
Last piece!!! So you can stop holding your breath. Merry Xmas!!!!
Every Which Way!!! (Cee’s Which Way Challenge #36. 9/9/15)
Every Which Way!!!
In this Mexican Train game (Some call it Chickenfoot,) it is clear that every way was not only acceptable, but chosen!
Good fences make good neighbors and this barred door created the perfect way for Yoli to make friends with Morrie and Diego. She had a way to reach out to them, but they had no way to get in to her.
If you are still looking for more ways to go, go HERE! to see Cee’s and other photographer’s answer to this challenge.