We play more scrabble these days.
Back in the pre-Parkinson’s days, Cheryl was a computer database wizard (witch?) or at least the guru for several companies that her consulting company serviced as clients. She spent a lot of time on her computer. Even in retirement she kept it up with church and other groups providing email news and other communications.
We play more scrabble these days as I try to pry her out of her office and away from her computer which has become more frustrating and confusing to her. Her other go-to game is bridge but that is hard to do with merely two players and her cognitive function failing. So, we have been playing scrabble more often. I offer it as an enticement to get her away from her computer. Many times it works. I hate scrabble.
She was (is) a good scrabble player. A good scrabble player does not worry so much about the words as the score. A good scrabble player is always hunting around for a word that goes into the corner for the TRIPLE WORD SCORE. A good scrabble player is always plopping a word on the double word score preferably one with a Z or Q in it.
I am a lousy scrabble player. I am always looking for the longest word I can make. The more pedantic the better it is. If a player asks – what does that mean? – or challenges its meaning, I am vindicated. Cheryl often beats me, maybe always beats me. I love her. I hate scrabble.
Her computer is becoming more confusing and the frustration has kept her from sleeping. Over time I have contacted some of the organisations that she was doing things for and suggested that they relieve some of the burden on her. It takes her more time and she worried about missing her own perceived deadline. It kept her from sleeping as she got anxious (a good scrabble word) about what she may have forgotten to do. The people she works with have relieved her commitment without grief. They understand her disease and how it screws with her head and her need to stay involved.
So I try to get her to play Scrabble more often. Last evening my lousy play was winning. I was ahead by 40 points at one point. I felt a bit guilty because she was struggling mentally and getting tired. But my lead kept shrinking. Was this a ploy? (one of my words) At the end she was ahead by two points but had many points left on the shelf. Aha! I had some too but fewer. I did the math.
She still beat me by 1 point. I hate scrabble but love her. She still has the killer gamesmanship in her.
Maybe we will try something that I can win at but on second thought that is not the point for me. I hate scrabble. I am not competitive.
Is there an online bridge group for parkies? Google search coming.