No maps! No hexes! No counters or the week, or counters of any kind! Just fading memories and half forgotten glories. I imagine the time when we are sitting in the warm chair of the retirement village rocking back and forwards saying "I really must go and get those games out of storage", but by then one of our daughters will have trashed them!
No safe space without wargames! The is my safe space with a set up game, a crucifix, a chainsaw and a magazine on the war on ISIS. Perfect!
However, what of all those games in the attic? What if I break my back today while hugging the drummer during the kiss of peace? I'll never manage to reach them. I decided to take action. They all came down!
Here is $5000 invested to my retirement. Note the important Ottoman that Spetz introduced me to, so I can have wargames at hand and a footstool too! My wife may a preferred a trip to France, but these do not require a passport or a lengthy travel. But first, I must have piles.
Because they absolutely must be in order! For that I need brain food.
Note how I check my email throughout lest Spetz gets out of his warm chair and plays a turn. In the presence of absence I find solace.
Beautiful! Note how the magazines are getting thicker every few years. From a few year ago, they even have spines. I appear to have lost none (which is a bit amazing), except for the BORING Civil War ones that I give to a friend to have his daughters dispose of in 15 years.
Now I can relax and think of ways that the good King Phillipe might have used a chainsaw if he had one next to his crucifix!
Deary me, I look like my father!
You are fortunate to have so much room.
And considerate to invest in your friends' retirement.
Posted by: Paul | Sunday, 07 July 2019 at 01:24 PM