I got my 2006 Mah Jongg card in the mail yesterday (thanks, Mom!) I wasn't quite sure where it came from —— I never joined the league —— but my dad told me he got one, too, so that answers that question.
So I glanced at the card today, read over some of the rules. And now I want to play.
Our Mah Jongg group was small, casual. It was started by JoAnn after she hurt her arm and could no longer bowl, and after she decided other group games weren't very challenging. "Challenging" doesn't even begin to describe Mah Jongg, especially for the newcomer. So many rules, so many options for hands; not a game for the weak at heart. Mah Jongg takes stamina, requires concentration.
And it's not a game that tons of people play — certainly not tons of women under 60 who are neither Jewish nor Chinese (!) (Most of my last group wouldn't qualify under those guidelines.) But I miss it. I miss the challenge. I miss the women. And — you know this, JoAnn —— I miss winning. Nothing like the feeling when you get Mah Jongg.
That's a group I need; I'll need to form a Mah Jongg group here.
In the meantime, I guess I'm stuck with Sudoku.
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