They say that people who are social live longer. I cannot help it. I am a loner and I have always been a loner. My brother was six years older than me and my sister, 10 years older, grew up in the next state. We lived on a half acre with empty lots on both sides and farmland in back. Mom was very protective and there were not many other kids on our road either. I am used to being alone.
I am sitting here watching the males of the house playing cards. Since Gaffer came home, the table has been clean awaiting the nightly game marathon. It starts by 4:00pm. EMT gets home from work by 6 and joins the game, no matter what it is. Risk, Monopoly, Clue are favorite board games. Pinochle is being taught to JCountry right now.
I have no desire to join their game. Anytime I have been forced to play, usually because they are short a person, I have spent my time, in my head, wishing I was doing something else; something that seems productive to me.
Personally, laying in the grass watching patterns in clouds is more productive. Usually, it becomes more productive because I run back inside and grab my camera and do a series of sky photos.
My last series of photos, involved looking up into trees. I think I have five good shots now to paint from. The series before that, involved shadows. So far, I believe I have only one shadow painting to do. It needs more work.
I do enjoy an evening, or day, laughing and socializing with good people. We had a wonderful evening, sitting around the fire in the back yard of my oldest daughter’s neighbor’s yard, not long ago. I think most of my “good evenings” involve a campfire.
Maybe if they played cards outside, I would enjoy it more. I have wonderful memories of playing chess and cribbage, by the fire, with my brother.
Or, perhaps it is just that social people, who are playing games, feel as if they have lived longer. I usually am saying, “will this never end?”