While my father recovers from his hospital stay and partakes in physical therapy, I am spending some quality time with my 92 year old mother. Scrabble has always been a family favorite and my parents take their game play very seriously. I have learned that their older age is not an advantage to the visitor. Both are mentally sharp and wins are hard to come by. A Scrabble game also serves to slow the world down a bit, allowing time for reflection and observation. I have watched these hands change over the years. And not just the hands, I’m noticing how time has affected the entire body. But I find that I mustn’t think that this in any way means that age has taken a toll on their minds, because as soon as I fall into that trap, I will suddenly find myself on the losing end of the game. But the lose is tempered by time well spent.