Scrabble

For entertainment in the evening, Gerry and I are usually watching television, or working on crossword puzzles, or reading a book, or reading something on the computer.  We read different books, of course.  He works the puzzle in one newspaper;  I do the puzzle in the other paper.   We often watch different television programs on different TV's.  Tonight there was a moment when I had finished my book and did not have one waiting in the to-be-read pile. (have to go to the library tomorrow)  There was absolutely nothing of interest on television.  Gerry didn't seem to be occupied either.

So we decided to play Scrabble.   I hadn't even seen the boxed board game in recent memory.   But it was there in the cabinet with all the other games.   Clearly, it had not been used in a long time.  It was taped with duct tape 'for the move';  maybe the last one, or the one before, or the one before that.  I can't remember the last time we played.

So we played a game of Scrabble.  I figured he'd beat me by a long shot, considering his expertness is words, and puzzles, etc.   He's been doing crosswords for years;  I'm new at it.  Predictably, every time I had a word in mind, he took my spot!  It was an unusual game, because we managed to play every tile.  Since I drew the Z at the end of the game, I wasn't sure it would work out, but it did.  It was a pretty close game.  He only won by five points!

Of course, a lot depends on which letters one draws, and the possibilities on the board.  I think I could beat him next time!  I'd bet on it.