May I have a word with you, friend?
It’s about Words With Friends.
For way too many days I’ve been meaning to update my blog. There’s
been no shortage of topics to write about. For instance: my son Joe’s college
graduation and the torch ceremony at which no one’s hair caught fire, the
de-postering and conversion of my working son David’s bedroom to a den, the
almost-wrapped-up search for a social scene reporter, the New York Racing
Association shakeup (that I didn’t see coming), the grassroots revolt that will
be required for public school districts and governments to scale back benefits
to stay within the 2 property tax cap without cutting programs, excitement over
seeing “Romeo + Juliet” next month at SPAC while acknowledging the
financial challenge of maintaining the New York City Ballet’s residency, and my
father’s advice about Vicks VapoRub, although applying it to your soles to
break up chest congestion is urban myth.
So what finally got me going on the blog? An addiction that took
hold this weekend as I lay in bed with Vicks VapoRub slathered on my chest
and soles, trying to shake off 10
days of coughing.
After finally updating the operating system on my iPad with
the help of IT guru Pete Blanchette, I responded affirmatively to an invitation
from Lisa Lewis, editor of The Record in Troy, to play Words With Friends. Two
days later, I am itching to see whose turn it is to play this poor man’s
Scrabble among the almost 20 games I have going with friends, relatives and
colleagues as far away as Johannesburg and as close as, well, 15 feet from my
office in the newsroom. I am fighting the urge to check out Words With Friends
when I should be catching up on 6,000 emails.
I hope to whip Online Editor Emily Donohue , who was 17 points
ahead of me after playing “wad” earlier today. But I must not succumb to the
temptation. I cannot let my blog slide for weeks yet get distracted by … OK,
here we go, 21 points for “sills” (along with pluralizing “luger”).
This morning I tossed out a New York Times piece about
procrastination that I had clipped and deposited in my stack of bedside
must-read articles. The gist of it was to create little reward-like incentives
to get things done. So here’s my inducement: Finish a task, add a word. If this
works as planned, as everything always does, you’ll be hearing from me much
Your move, Ms. Donohue.
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