As a reporter, one of my jobs on the small town newspaper was to write obituaries. Sorta sad, but always fascinating to me the way people spend their lives between birth and death.
Recently in the local newspaper, I came across the above obituary for Caroline Bouher who died at 84. From the obit it sounds as she had a nice long life. Some may have thought the most interesting fact about her was that she was raised on one of the first homestead ranches here in Arizona, horses and wild west and all that stuff, but my attention was grabbed by this sentence: "Rarely could anyone beat her in a game of Scrabble." Wow! Way to go Caroline. Now that's impressive.
Notice my hands are clasped as if I am anxious to put down an amazing word, or maybe just clasped because I'm losing again.
I love to play Scrabble, though I rarely never win. I probably lost that game pictured above. For a long time I thought because I'm a writer I should be a better player, but I got over that. (Learning the two letter words in Scrabble goes a long way in helping one win which I'm finally learning, but I still sorta suck.) Maybe it's just a game that ladies of a certain age like to play, but it seems a lot of my friends like to play Scrabble, too! Hmmm going out to a nightclub or play Scrabble? I pick Scrabble now.
I don't just play Scrabble here in Phoenix, either, I pack up my Scrabble dictionary and even my Scrabble board, if needed, and take it with me when I travel. Just writing that sentence makes me feel old. No dancing shoes in my suitcase. Instead it's Scrabble.
Okay so I'm not Scrabble whiz, but I can call myself a writer, anyway. Maybe someday my obituary will say, "she rarely won a Scrabble game. But she had a blast playing." Maybe in my next life I'll beat Sandy, and Chrissy, and Debbie and Stella, or maybe I'll just enjoy the Scrabble ride in this life and I will be a winner anyway.