Kerro and I grew up playing cards, board games, pick up sticks, barrel of monkeys, you name it. We are the two youngest siblings of four, and our older sisters weren’t that interested. We were intensely competitive, which sucked for me, since I am younger. A favorite story is the day Kerro punched me in the mouth while we were playing Junior Executive, and I ripped his fist open with my braces. We don’t come to blows anymore, and he found Junior Executive on eBay and sent it to me, early enough that I could enjoy it with my own children.
He is about to call me for a game of Settlers of Catan. He is setting up the board and his laptop focused on the board, my cards in a holder so he can’t see them. We will play via Google Meet (Google Meat, as we prefer to dub it). I will roll my own dice, but he has to do all the other work.
We are over 60, but we are kids. Whatever. It’s a pandemic.
an hour or so later
We split two games of Settlers. My neck started to hurt from craning at the screen, but my neck hurts when we play in person too.
Along with my sister Fanny, Kerro is a middle child, sandwiched between youngest me and oldest Isabella. Fanny and Kerro don’t make waves. They adapt. They conciliate. They leave the drama for me and Isabella. Mostly me.
That’s in the present tense, but I have tired of hogging the drama, so sometimes I delegate it to others. Not to Kerro and Fanny though.
It’s Fanny’s birthday today. She is a senior citizen, 65, and I am sure that I am lying when I write that. Now I am living that cliché of being a young person in an older person’s body. I hang onto the young feisty me, even though I love naps. Well, I have always loved naps, but I need them more now.
Fanny, like Isabella, recently became a grandmother. She lives across town from her new granddaughter Rei, but of course she cannot go see her. She facetimes with her every day though.
Everything is surreal, getting older, the pandemic, facetiming like the Jetsons.