It took a moment to realize what it was. The box was oversized, colorful in a way that said to me that it should have gotten an award with Graphis magazine. I picked it up thinking "Parcheesi", I don't why. Maybe it was the wild colors of the container. It wasn't what I expected. You know Yahtzee. That orange and white box is pretty standard, and it tends to blend into the game selection in places like Goodwill. As a matter of fact I found the everyday kind of box of Yahtzee right after that, but once I opened that colorful, strange box I was both pleased and surprised at what I found.
Instead of the standard plastic dime sized Yahtzee bonus chips and white dice I was shown backgammon quality accessories. The red dice were oversized and mottled, the cup was almost luxurious in it's faux leather padding and to top it off, it came with a circular, felt-lined, dice "pit". It was all too Las Vegas, all too high end for me at the moment. Then I closed it up and took it with me. There was a special going on toys that day. I had three bucks on me and I needed at least two of them. Toys were a dollar and well, I just had that and bit more to buy the season opener of Twin Peaks.
I know that I really don't need to add to the bulk for the upcoming move. Maybe I'll unload my old Yahtzee game, but, then again, maybe I won't. Maybe it will land in the wooden box along with everything else that was a touchstone that winter. No, really, it was more the idea of upping the ante, of taking that beloved game we played and loved and hassled over to a new level. Somehow I don't think I would be any better a Yahtzee player now than I was then with you. You always had something on me when it came to dice games. What was the final outcome, by the way, when it came to acey ducey? Who was the leader there at the end?
Tonight I have ox-tails on the stove. I ran into my neighbor and set a dinner date for next week. I took flowers over to Mi Novia's house only because it had been so long since I had done anything sweet like that and because we finally saw each other after months of stubborn separation. I took a cruise around to all the standard points on the Stations of the Cross compass and once againd didn't see you. I took a long nap, went to Walmart and secured a one-day crabbing license and then, after a trot across the parking lot, found out that my paid membership to that somewhat silly program at Hollywood video was still coming out of my bank account. So to that end I secured two films to go along with the one that I had just bought at Walmart moments before. Overall it was a grand day.
Funny how the little things, things like Yahtzee boxes and ox-tails and sunny days and naps make me think of you. The first thing I did when I came out of the ether of my nap this afternoon was say "Hello, M". I hope that someday, if that ever comes to that, that your face will be the one that I see if I ever have to come out of the ether "for reals". No matter, even with Mi Novia keeping me company yesterday all I did was think of was you. Nothing against her, but everyone, baby, everyone is a stand-in for you. Pity.
So, here's to good dice tosses and to good second hand finds. Here's to sunny days and to the drummer's who are out there to beat out the march to the place where they tie you to the pole, the pole that faces the firing squad that I get to face this week. Here's to a good crabbing sessions, to buyers who are real and truly interested in my home and to jobs that need to happen in Idaho in order for me to see my Punkin again on a regular basis.
But mostly here's to Yahtzee, to our old,stolen autumn nights and to you having to run home to beat the clock. It is no longer eight thirty, but darlin', when you see that game come out of the cupboard at home, do you still think of the time restrictions that you once had to meet?
Your WHMB
Instead of the standard plastic dime sized Yahtzee bonus chips and white dice I was shown backgammon quality accessories. The red dice were oversized and mottled, the cup was almost luxurious in it's faux leather padding and to top it off, it came with a circular, felt-lined, dice "pit". It was all too Las Vegas, all too high end for me at the moment. Then I closed it up and took it with me. There was a special going on toys that day. I had three bucks on me and I needed at least two of them. Toys were a dollar and well, I just had that and bit more to buy the season opener of Twin Peaks.
I know that I really don't need to add to the bulk for the upcoming move. Maybe I'll unload my old Yahtzee game, but, then again, maybe I won't. Maybe it will land in the wooden box along with everything else that was a touchstone that winter. No, really, it was more the idea of upping the ante, of taking that beloved game we played and loved and hassled over to a new level. Somehow I don't think I would be any better a Yahtzee player now than I was then with you. You always had something on me when it came to dice games. What was the final outcome, by the way, when it came to acey ducey? Who was the leader there at the end?
Tonight I have ox-tails on the stove. I ran into my neighbor and set a dinner date for next week. I took flowers over to Mi Novia's house only because it had been so long since I had done anything sweet like that and because we finally saw each other after months of stubborn separation. I took a cruise around to all the standard points on the Stations of the Cross compass and once againd didn't see you. I took a long nap, went to Walmart and secured a one-day crabbing license and then, after a trot across the parking lot, found out that my paid membership to that somewhat silly program at Hollywood video was still coming out of my bank account. So to that end I secured two films to go along with the one that I had just bought at Walmart moments before. Overall it was a grand day.
Funny how the little things, things like Yahtzee boxes and ox-tails and sunny days and naps make me think of you. The first thing I did when I came out of the ether of my nap this afternoon was say "Hello, M". I hope that someday, if that ever comes to that, that your face will be the one that I see if I ever have to come out of the ether "for reals". No matter, even with Mi Novia keeping me company yesterday all I did was think of was you. Nothing against her, but everyone, baby, everyone is a stand-in for you. Pity.
So, here's to good dice tosses and to good second hand finds. Here's to sunny days and to the drummer's who are out there to beat out the march to the place where they tie you to the pole, the pole that faces the firing squad that I get to face this week. Here's to a good crabbing sessions, to buyers who are real and truly interested in my home and to jobs that need to happen in Idaho in order for me to see my Punkin again on a regular basis.
But mostly here's to Yahtzee, to our old,stolen autumn nights and to you having to run home to beat the clock. It is no longer eight thirty, but darlin', when you see that game come out of the cupboard at home, do you still think of the time restrictions that you once had to meet?
Your WHMB
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