It was that kind of a day. I waited for a ride that didn't arrive. Tried to order some of those fixed postage boxes from the USPS and had no luck with Uncle's web site. When I called the telephone company to turn off Mom's service, the voice at the other end demanded to know just who I was and I was honest (I should have lied and pretended to be my mother). After I blew up, the voice asked if I had power of attorney. Yes. Well, fax us the document. My machine receives spam faxes quite nicely, thank you -- but it won't send. More hassle -- beg a ride from a neighbor to get to the Goodwin Street Pharmacy, whose fax machine does send. Eight pages worth.So by 6 p.m., I was ready to relax with a couple of quiet games of Scrabble with a buddy. We played two games and as we were clearing the board for number three, a tile bounced off the table top. Likely into the baseboard radiator. We moved the table, I groveled down on the floor, flashlight in hand. No tile. Maybe we didn't lose one. Checked the Scrabble paperwork & we were lucky -- it told us that there are 100 tiles in a game. Friend counted the remaining tiles. Oops. just 99 of 'em. Maybe it would help to see which letter was missing. First count all those vowels. A, E, I, O and U all present. If only it had been a missing I, we would have cheered. Next, the cheap consonants; all A-OK. Finally, the high-scoring consonants; all there until we got to the final letter. Only one Y, instead of two. We gave up! Time to move the table back. That was when I spied a little brown square in the middle of the kitchen floor. Our missing Y. Whew!
Maybe it's time to give up on the analog game and go on line. No lost tiles, tho there is that computer problem. The SIL, dotter writes, is turning into a ferocious player at Scrabulous. I suspect he way outclasses me these days.
Blog Notes: Prescott Style, in a comment, has much to say about Lowe's engineering. For a picture of late 40s & 50s Prescott, visit The One Acre Wood.
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