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Betrayal
Wow. After last month's flurry of board games I almost forgot to post anything this month. We've been busy winterizing coops, putting up fence, and getting used to the idea of having to wear jackets and shoes outside again. And would you believe with all this going on, Katya decided it would be a great time to suddenly discover her maternal instincts? So now I have four ducklings running around in 20 degree weather.
Speaking of families, in honor of this month (what with Thanksgiving and family togetherness and whatnot), I've decided to showcase the game I grew up with - Scrabble!
It was the game that came out every holiday amongst the matriarchs of the family, and as a child I was in awe of the skill, finesse, patience, and killer instinct displayed by my grandmother and all her daughters. Games would last well through the night and on into the wee hours of the morning, and I would lay awake on my cot in the dining room, straining to listen with bated breath until the "Aha!" moment when someone came up with a play that devastated the plans of everyone else at the table, at which point I could breathe normally again as new tiles were drawn, the play discussed, and threats of bringing forth the outdated dictionary were bandied about and, usually, dropped. Then the shuffling would cease, and I in my cot caught my breath as I felt the tension rise again, and the next player was up to produce yet another brilliantly infuriating play. Scrabble was not a word game for those resolute women; it was a game of war and area control, and the goal was complete immobilization and annihilation of the competition. These women had lived and grown up together. They knew each other's strengths, their weaknesses, and they were in it for blood. God, how I couldn't wait to be old enough to be welcomed into that game.
Scrabble will always be a beloved classic, and rightfully so. And one day, God willing, I will finally beat my mother at it!
Wow. After last month's flurry of board games I almost forgot to post anything this month. We've been busy winterizing coops, putting up fence, and getting used to the idea of having to wear jackets and shoes outside again. And would you believe with all this going on, Katya decided it would be a great time to suddenly discover her maternal instincts? So now I have four ducklings running around in 20 degree weather.
Speaking of families, in honor of this month (what with Thanksgiving and family togetherness and whatnot), I've decided to showcase the game I grew up with - Scrabble!
It was the game that came out every holiday amongst the matriarchs of the family, and as a child I was in awe of the skill, finesse, patience, and killer instinct displayed by my grandmother and all her daughters. Games would last well through the night and on into the wee hours of the morning, and I would lay awake on my cot in the dining room, straining to listen with bated breath until the "Aha!" moment when someone came up with a play that devastated the plans of everyone else at the table, at which point I could breathe normally again as new tiles were drawn, the play discussed, and threats of bringing forth the outdated dictionary were bandied about and, usually, dropped. Then the shuffling would cease, and I in my cot caught my breath as I felt the tension rise again, and the next player was up to produce yet another brilliantly infuriating play. Scrabble was not a word game for those resolute women; it was a game of war and area control, and the goal was complete immobilization and annihilation of the competition. These women had lived and grown up together. They knew each other's strengths, their weaknesses, and they were in it for blood. God, how I couldn't wait to be old enough to be welcomed into that game.
Scrabble will always be a beloved classic, and rightfully so. And one day, God willing, I will finally beat my mother at it!
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