Mah Jongg lessons begin for me this morning. Mah Jongg is frequently called “the game of one hundred intelligences” because of the innumerable variety of play methodologies.
Since all my fun new classes are underway, paperwork seems to be rapidly accumulating: confirmation/receipt slips, class handouts, homework assignments, etc.
I’ve organized it all in labeled folders and arranged them alphabetically in a leather accordion file found on clearance at Home Goods—perfect for carrying in my car.
Whatever file is needed is readily available on any particular class day. It’s much the same system I used in grad school except then a couple of large milk-crate style boxes were necessary to carry everything.
Loosely defined, Mah Jongg means “clattering sparrows”, evocative of the tiles click-clacking together. My set is inherited from someone now gone from this life.