Life's a Stitch

There are probably many socially isolating folks like us out there who have gotten into the rhythm of their favourite tabletop game. Puzzles, board games, chess maybe? Friends of ours play cribbage daily, with the promise of teaching us when this homebound sentence lifts. C and I play the Croke, aka Crokinoke:

Crokinole (/ˈkroʊkɪnoʊl/ KROH-ki-nohl) is a disk-flicking dexterity board game, possibly of Canadian origin, similar to the games of pitchnut, carrom, and pichenotte, with elements of shuffleboard and curling reduced to table-top size.

Run on sentence warning. When our kids were young, we were gifted a hand-me-down board, put to hard enough use that when we moved C convinced me to throw out the bent and missing peg, dog chewed game, agreeing I could buy a new one once we were settled.

Two years at our new house, the time came. I shopped online, C searched for woodworking plans. He won. Off we went to our local building supply for materials,  astonishingly pricy due to pandemic demand. Don’t worry, says he, it’ll make three, one for us and two for future gifts. Long story short, take three produced our one board.

He modified an old wooden box to hold the discs and pegs:

And since we’re of an age where playing on the floor is uncomfortable, he’s mounted it on legs in front of our comfy chairs.

That’s a long story for a short, but enjoyable game. There’s a modified version for four players, something to look forward to. Anyone in?