Farkel

 

For three days now, I’ve tried to get the family to play Farkel with me.

It all started with my gift card to Barnes & Noble that I received for my end-of-chemo party almost two years ago. I don’t remember who gave the card to me anymore but I thought I better use it before I lose it. After my appointment with the oncologist the other day, I swung by and yes, bought a game (rather than a book) at a book store.

I’ve pestered, cajoled, begged, and tried to bribe every single one of my family members to play, but no banana. I even started in on their friends: “Hey, Elise, I’ll make you some of my Creamy Dreamy Fudge if you play Farkel with me…” That didn’t work either.

I thought I was home free tonight when Ken and Jonathan (the husband and the youngest) sat down at the table with me. I didn’t even care that they were only there to shut me up. They lasted for five whole minutes because they were frustrated trying to understand the rules.

Not to be deterred, I sat down at the table after they went to bed and played Farkel by myself.

I won.

 

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