This is the story....
we were once a book group, but found it harder and harder to be reading the same book at the same time, so we decided to become a Mahjong group. My grandmother played for I would guess 75 or 80 years. I have my great aunts' set and as soon as we sat down to learn and I heard the clicking of those tiles it took me straight back to my grandmothers house and watching and listening as the women played and chatted and drank their cocktails.
I hosted last night and we dined on the FRESH mozzarella cheese that we made the night before...if only my tomatoes were not green, this would have come entirely from my house and garden...love that!
but back to Mahjong....this is a game of strategy and a little luck, an almost meditative, ritualistic process that takes a huge amount of concentration and is great exercise for those aging brain cells, not to mention the tiles are simply beautiful. We are quite addicted...
I'd be curious to know if you have played or have memories of your mothers or grandmothers playing.
and...just outside my window this morning...this colorful site...
oh let this summer play on and on and on
