It’s been quite rainy yesterday and today here in VA on the river. We’ve been on our computers on the porch making up stories about dragons causing the other side to disappear in the mist. (The river is 3 miles wide here.)
Other than that, we’ve been playing Racko (yesterday) and Aggravation today. FIL made the Aggravation board eons ago and has his own house rules which mostly match the rules I just read online. His board is only for 4 players and we use two dice instead of one making the game far more competitive. It’s a lot of fun.
He had fallen a few weeks ago and his knee still isn’t good, so being able to sit and play games with him keeps his spirits up far more than watching TV did. I’ve been pondering more games we have at home that he’d be able to play. He’s very, very sharp with Aggravation. He’s 92, but his strategy and knowledge are still 100% with that game. Racko is new to him, so he’s still getting that strategy down.
Meanwhile we try to get out on walks between raindrops. I still have almost 25,000 steps to go for 200K for the month. At home it’s super easy to do. Here it’s quite the challenge. Most walking is from the porch to the table or bathroom and my phone won’t count most of those as steps!
And when I’m not doing any of the above, I’m reading Lucky Child - A Daughter of Cambodia Reunites with the Sister She Left Behind by Loung Ung. It’s very, very good giving great insight to the life of refugees and children of war. She came to the US in 1980 and wrote about seeing a trailer for the movie, The Killing Fields - a sobering movie I really liked in high school. In her words:
"Americans will never know what it was truly like. They won’t remember the smell, the sound, or the heat. For two hours, they’ll sit in the dark and watch but they’ll never know what it was like to be there for three years, eight months, and twenty-one days. What it was like thinking every day that I was going to die and not knowing if the war would ever end. When the credits roll after two hours, the lights will come back on, and they’ll leave the war. But I can’t.
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I tell myself the actors are too fat to play starving Cambodians."
We’ve had many refugees in my school over the years - not from Cambodia, but from other places like Bosnia. I wish I had read this book before meeting them. There is so much insight in it from a child’s point of view (she was 5 when the war started and 10 when she came to the US). She lost both parents and two sisters in the war, coming here with her oldest brother and his wife - then there’s the whole adjustment part.
Before long I’m going to buy her first book, “First They Killed My Father,” but one doesn’t have to read that first to “get” this one.
It puts a lot of First World problems, even with the pandemic, in perspective. Life is good. Let’s keep it that way.