Don’t judge too harshly. For going on five years, we have basically been living as one commingled household with T next door. That has been harder to break than any other social interaction, so early on in lockdown, I gave up trying. Video games still happen over there, and game night still goes on here, although T is the only one who comes here in person. Everyone else is on a Google hangout.
Tonight was the big group, for the game Mr S-P wrote. It was the first time we played since I went out and got a quality external microphone for the table. We had a test run playing cards against humanity (knockoff) online Sunday, but this was the first time with T at the table with us. He didn’t see the funny looking white ball on a tripod, kind of hiding behind his dice tower. He had no idea it was pointed right at the two of us. He started chatting with me, about the NFL draft that was going on tonight, about the imminent arrival of the newest Smith, and other non-game things. I started getting texts from my daughter saying that T and I needed to learn how to whisper. How far we have come from the group griping at us that they can barely hear us, and they can’t make out half the words we said.
Once we alerted T to the existence of the mic, he dissolved into charming giggles. The rest of the group said our audio was so clear it was like being inside him, which just made him giggle more. They said they could hear his heartbeat. After that, he and I tried harder to communicate by sign language or just holding up our phones to each other. We might want to move the mic back for future games, until we can have everyone back in the same room.
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