On Sunday I sought refuge at the Unionville home of my friends Phil and Susan, who were out of power but have a gasoline-powered generator to keep the key parts of their farm running (bless them). By flashlight we rummaged around in a storage room in the basement and emerged with a jigsaw puzzle and Scrabble.
The 1,000-piece puzzle depicted a cartoon foxhunting scene. All three of us became very intent sorting through the pieces and occasionally would talk to ourselves: "YES! That's the huntsman's jacket done!" or "Is that part of a hound, or the front of the manor house?"
After a couple of hours we started getting fractious -- it was a tricky puzzle and we hadn't even finished the outside edges -- and switched to Scrabble. My best word of the game, "Diesel," was the name of Phil's horse! There should be a bonus for such a feat, don't you think?
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