The above picture has nothing to do with the subject of this entry. I just thought it nice enough to be posted, and a reminder of travels I once made before the pandemic changed everything.
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Normally, game night is two weeks on, then two weeks off. This month, the host made a minor mistake in scheduling, and we ended up getting together one week early. That is more than OK with me, as I was there in time to play a game from the beginning AND play it until it came to a natural end.
The host and hostess of game night are good people, and I have signed some papers which should benefit their children if something bad were to happen to my family before I die. Hopefully, this situation will never come to pass. But it if does, I know of two people who will remember me even more fondly than they do now. And this couple accepts me as Marian, not caring that my legal identity is still Mario....
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I've been going to game night for the better part of a decade now, and am considered one of the core group of people they will invite into their house to play games. It's nice to be considered someone people wants to have around.
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