Unscrabble

While under the influence of a stiff cup of Traditional Medicinals “Nighty Night” tea (in an attempt to undo the three cups of coffee I’d had a few hours earlier), I engaged in a game of Scrabble with my 17-year-old daughter, SF, and my 13-year-old son, PJ.

We were off to a crappy start when SF couldn’t form one single word with her seven letters. I even tried helping her, and said, “OK, we’ll bend the rules this once so you can dump your letters and start again.”

SF managed to form a lame word that yielded something like four points. (Actually, it was five.)

PJ then took his turn and also formed a lame word, though he did get 16 points from it.

I took my turn, sure that my astonishing Scrabble skills would kick in, but my word failed to excite my taste-buds and was only worth 12 points.

We played one more round each with no joy in our hearts as our words sucked big-time. We complained vociferously and I began to dislike what had once been my favorite game.

I suggested, “How about we ditch all the letters and start fresh, but this time, we can only use words that aren’t real?”

My kids eyed me dubiously, but we decided it couldn’t be much worse than the existing stalemate we faced.

I wrote the rules at the top of our new game:

1. It can’t be a real word.

2. It has to be pronounceable.

3. A “Q” has to have a “U”.

4. You can use proper names.

The game suddenly became fun!

PJ was busy texting on his phone and soon lost interest, to which SF said, “Oh, come on, PJ. How hard can it be to not think of a word?”

SF took over for PJ and finished his letters for him, while I wrote down her quote as the slogan that should appear on the side of the Unscrabble box.

We ended our trial and error of Unscrabble with whopping scores of 293 for SF, 133 for PJ, and 215 for me. Every letter was used, and we enjoyed the game fully, not having to waste time following the strict rules of real Scrabble. Furthermore, compared to what can often become a tedious and drawn-out game, this game went quickly. I think a half hour of playing this way is not an unreasonable expectation.

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A Beautiful Mind

I had the most amazing dream last night.  Well, it was amazing to ME.

I dreamed that I was in a place of business on Tyee Road in Point Roberts, Washington.  It was a small building in which I had never been before and which probably doesn’t exist outside the dream.  In retrospect, it might have been a small art gallery.

On the wall above a table were large posters like horizontal navigation maps.  They had symbols on them that seemed to make no sense.

I announced to the people around me, “Hey, I can see the patterns in those posters just like the guy in the movie A Beautiful Mind!”

Some people tried to see what I was seeing.  Others just kinda looked at me sideways like “Uh…okaaay…whatever.”

If I looked at the poster as a whole, I couldn’t see the pattern.  When I looked with my eyes narrowed and my head tilted back a bit, the shapes in the patterns showed themselves in 3D whereas the rest of the images remained 2D.

There might be some meaning in this, or it might just be random disconnected thoughts.

If there is a meaning, I’m going to venture a guess that it is to say if you haven’t been there, you really have no idea how or why the person who experienced what they lived has impacted them.

Furthermore, looking at what you see in total cannot be understood until you see each fine detail, and see them in their proper order.

(I originally published this in facebook Notes on February 11, 2011.)

Eau De Parfum

I pulled out my list as I walked into the grocery store.

Suddenly, there in the produce section, I smelled a most beautiful perfume.

I looked around to see who it could be that smelled so pretty, wanting to ask them what it was.

There was nobody nearby.

I figured whoever it was must have doused themselves for me to be able to pick up their scent, so far was I from other shoppers.

I walked on, looking at my list and grabbing more needed items.

The soothing aroma, flowery, candyish, and slightly citrusy, followed me and became even stronger.

I glanced at the floor to see if someone had dropped a bottle of perfume somewhere.

Then I sniffed my grocery list.

Mmmmmm!

I remembered that a couple days earlier, in a local pharmacy, I had sprayed a tester of  “Meow” eau de parfum by Katy Perry on a sample card, and put it into the back pocket of the jeans I had been wearing, with that same list nestled next to it.  I had wished to take some time to consider whether or not I really wanted to spend $60 on something beautiful that made me feel good but which I didn’t need.

I blame/credit my Serbian heritage for this frugality.

But being followed by perfume that made me swoon?  Maybe it’s a sign that it’s the right thing to do.

What do YOU think?

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See the next blog entry, which goes with this:

When Similar Stuff Happens

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Another of those weird but cool things happened to me today.  There’s got to be a name for it, and I’m calling it “intuation” unless another word can be found.

Today, out of the blue, this song popped into my head, “Don’t know much about history, don’t know much about geography…”

I looked up the lyrics and found that it’s called “Wonderful World” by Sam Cooke.

I wondered if I could find the scene from the movie “Witness” I had seen decades ago…

Aha!  There it was on YouTube — that one I posted above in this blog.  (I said that mostly for the people who are receiving notifications by email).

I looked up the lyrics and guitar chords, as I do for a lot of songs that pop into my head.  It seemed simple enough for my limited skills, so I printed it out.

Later, my almost-16-year-old daughter, who I’ll call “S”, was in the basement with a guitar.  She started learning the instrument in school a few days ago and is gung-ho about it, practicing every minute she can get.

I brought my two latest printouts into the basement and lay them on the bed.  Idly chatting with S, I strummed the chords for “Dance Me To The End Of Love”.

I glanced at the 3-ring binder that was open to the song, “Wonderful World”.

I didn’t remember putting that song into a binder.

Confused, I said, “S, is this yours?”

“Yeah, Mom.  It’s one of the songs we’re learning at school.”

I picked up my own two papers I’d had on the bed and looked to make sure my copy of that same song was really there.

“No way,”  I said.  “Look at THIS!  I just printed this out today.  I’d not even thought of this song in YEARS and now here you’ve got it???  Woah, that’s SO weird.”

We weirded out over it for awhile, and then we played and sang it together.

I love it when intuation takes place.  I intuate a lot.

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Thinking About Something And Then It Happens

Spam, Anyone?

There were 40 spam messages in my Dashboard this morning.  Ugh.  Does anyone else get this much?

If I was in a Miss Canada competition and got asked the question, “If you could change one thing in this world, what would it be?”, I would say, “I would make it impossible for spam to exist on the internet.”

The audience might roll their eyes at the dumb blonde, but hey, as a blogger,  I really, really, really hate spam.

Wouldn’t you ask for such a thing, too?

Oh, and “world peace”.

Thinking about something and then it happens

I experience this a lot, but today it happened to my eight-year-old son.

He told me, “Mom!  ‘Big and Small‘ is on TV!  I was just thinking about it, thinking, ‘Hmm, I wonder if Big and Small’ will ever be on,’ and then there it was, right after ‘My Little Pony’!”

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I marveled, “Wow, that’s so cool!  I remember I used to watch that with you sometimes.  I didn’t know it was still on.  When did you last see it?”

He said, “At the hotel.”

That would’ve been at least last August.

So, he randomly thought about the show, and then suddenly there it was.

I love it when that happens.

I don’t know if there’s a name for that, but if there isn’t, there should be.