about a month ago, i played some old-school scrabble with Drew at my kitchen table. it was late, and we were on a scrabble date, taking breaks to walk downstairs, change and fold our laundry. i’d been talking big about my scrabble game, and warning him that i’m pretty good at it, but also that i’m a sore loser. he too claimed to be good, and so we set a match for this particular night.
as we were loading our laundry into the machines pre-game, he asked me how i play scrabble. i was quick to tell him i play by the rules, which means if he lays down a word, and i don’t think it’s a word, i can challenge it. if it’s not a word, he takes his tiles back and loses his turn. and vice versa for me. i don’t really think of this as hard core, just the way a person plays the game.
we started our game, armed with a thick official scrabble player’s dictionary (OSPD) on the kitchen table. early into the game, i wanted to play the word ZEN, but didn’t know whether or not the OSPD would recognize it as a valid word, as it had the potential for being a proper noun or adjective. uncharacteristically, i asked Drew if he would challenge the word ZEN. he shrugged his shoulders, smiled and casually suggested i just play it, and that we’d look it up, and if it’s not a valid word, then i could take my tiles and make a new one. so i slowly made the simple word, we looked it up, and it was not legal, so i pulled my tiles back and made another play. no big deal.
a little later Drew was knee-deep in vowels and had all his tiles letterside-up on the table, where i could see them. together, we found a good play for the vowels, and he made it. we moved along like that for the rest of the night, taking breaks to fold laundry, to make more tea and to help each other. a really good date with a really good guy.
it was not playing by the rules; it was not playing as i ever play. but the scrappiest rules can change, relationships can change and thankfully, we can change. i’m scrappy and slow to learn this, but a small, soft side of me says it’s the most important win.
June 10, 2008 at 9:58 pm |
In scrabble, as in life …
June 10, 2008 at 10:37 pm |
Tallu! I heart your site and this cute scabble post. additionally, i am intrigued about this “moving to Boston” comment. i know someone in Boston…
June 10, 2008 at 11:29 pm |
I don’t know Tallu. Sounds like a slippery slope (this from someone who lets your mother look her words up BEFORE playing them!)
June 11, 2008 at 1:51 am |
this is an amazing piece of writing and I have the feeling we’re in for some really big news in the morning.
love you
June 11, 2008 at 3:55 am |
What a gift it is to be given room to try something that may or may not work. And to get to take it back if it doesn’t
June 11, 2008 at 12:35 pm |
It may be a proper noun but it makes a great deal of zens. Write on, darling!
June 11, 2008 at 1:32 pm |
I’m OBSESSED with your writing!!! Keep going. This is an exciting post, T. I can’t wait to hear about your new love. Is he coming to the wedding?
June 11, 2008 at 1:33 pm |
… and does he live in Boston by any chance?…
June 11, 2008 at 3:11 pm |
I just love the shit outta you! You’ve come a long way my sweet t.
June 12, 2008 at 1:53 am |
zen isn’t a word, i fact in zen there are no words…… only the word empty. so scrabble or no, to ask “Is zen a word?” the correct answer is……no, there is no word. welcome to word press.
June 19, 2008 at 9:03 pm |
Hey darling! I am so excited about Boston. I totally would choose that city in my whole life to live. So much culture and history.Your writing is fantastic.The apartment looks beautiful.I love you so much and am so proud of you I could bust.