American Mahjong is having a surge in popularity. It appears to be a thing that during your 40s you are sorted into one or more of 4 houses: pickleball, sourdough and homesteading, a career, or mahjong. I don’t really know where I fit in my 40s. I have 3 little guys who have things like Spelling bee and Cooper Round Up dress up days, and I’m taking phone calls at 2 am a couple days a week from adult children who live in the college life time zone bubble. I do feel grateful for one of the greatest blessings Heavenly Father gave me to prepare and sustain me for my life, which is the gift that I do not require a ton of sleep.
This week’s new thing found me on Chris Mains’ birthday. I went for a short 1.5 mile run at the fitness center and then joined a weight lifting class with my friend Lisa Hill (mom of Corbin’s buddy Noah). We talked about our Chris, and came out of the class to find some of the ladies we had just worked out with setting up a table for Mahjong. Lisa gasped, “oooh look! Asians! Come on!” And like a moth to the flame, she beelined over to them. 😂 I followed, and minutes later, Jenny was teaching us the fazillion rules of Mahjong. Lisa said, “happy birthday, Chris!” She loved mahjong and would have been so proud.
Anyway there’s a weekly group that gathers, and I’m now a sub. Because why not? Well, actually, I can think of a lot of reasons why. Namely, the simple fact that I do not really understand how to play. But Jenny, our teacher, inspired me as she spoke about an upcoming test she has In her Spanish class at a learning center in Rogers. She has been taking classes for four years to learn Spanish. In addition to her native Cantonese, she also speaks English, Mandarin, and Iranian. What a boss. So I figure I can probably learn a few Chinese words and the rules to Mahjong.
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