The fourth Wednesday of the month is Bunco night. Mothers and daughters, friends and co-workers gather to roll the dice. We’ve been playing for money for several months now. It’s not much. Top prize is $20.00.
We are an odd lot of women. Four of us are grandmother, mother, daughter, and mother’s mother-in-law. There are two more sets of mothers and daughters. There are four good friends. Some of us were new to the game when we began; some were old hands from previous groups.
We laugh a lot. We roll our dice. Some of us cuss a little. We eat. Some of us cuss a little more. And at the end of the game we chat.
For those brief hours every fourth Wednesday, we can let our woes go. I know I do. Sometimes it is an effort to get there, but always worth it. It’s a stress reliever. We tease each other, we tell jokes, and we share information.
Oddly enough we are all over the place in our political views. We’ve got the raving liberals, Democrats to the core and the Republicans who apparently still believe their party will diminish the size of government. I am completely bamboozled by them, so we try not to talk about it.
Sometimes it just comes into the conversation. We leave as friends anyway.
Life is full of questions and choices and good, bad, and indifferent moments. Sometimes we know what to do, sometimes we just let life happen, and sometimes we are clueless. But it certainly is good to have friends.
I just wish I had been born rich instead of so damn good looking. Hehehehe. At least I’m amusing myself!